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SACRED  MELODIES 


CONFERENCE  <fc  PRAYER  MEETINGS 


AND   FUR 


SOCIAL  AND  PRIVATE  DEVOTION. 


Praise  ye  the  Lord." 


FIFTH    EDITION. 


DOVER : 

PUBLISHED  BY  THE  TRUSTEES  OF  THE  FREEWILL 
BAPTIST  CONNECTION. 

Win.  Burr,  Printer. 
1843. 


>  OCT  24  1967    ,    | 

■y 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the 
year  1836,  by  Wm.  Burr,  Agent  of  "  The 
Trustees  of  the  F.  W.  B.  Connection,"  in 
the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  court  of 
New  Hampshii 


lire. 


PREFACE. 

The  Trustees  have  been  induced  to  publish 
this  work  by  the  urgent  call  of  our  denomin- 
ation for  a  collection  of  Hymns  peculiarly 
adapted  to  Conference  and  Prayer  Meetings. 
How  far  they  have  succeeded  in  meeting  the 
necessity  for  a  collection  of  Hymns  of  this 
kind,  must  be  determined  by  that  public  to 
which  this  selection  is  now  submitted. 

Should  this  work  prove  a  means  of  facilita- 
ting the  offerings  of  praise  and  devotion,  and 
in  cherishing  and  elevating  the  piety  of  Chris- 
tians, and  of  conveying  truth  to  the  hearts 
and  understandings  of  the  unconverted — of 
adding  to  the  declarative  glory  of  God, — then 
will  the  objects  and  desires  of  the  publishers 
be  accomplished. 

In  the  present  edition,  some  few  hymns 
which  appeared  in  the  last  edition  are  omit- 
ted, and  others,  thought  to  be  preferable,  in- 
serted in  their  place.  A  few  choruses  have 
been  attached  to  other  hymns,  and  some  oth- 
er slight  alterations  made. 

Dover,  Feb.  1642. 


HYMNS 


C.  M. 
The  Christian  Soldier. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross? 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ! 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


SACRED  MELODIES. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  rubes  of  victory  through  the  skies — 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

)  C.  M. 

d  Looking  at  the  Cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  are  the  mysteries  of  his  grace 
It  seals  a  pardon  too. 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


3 


L.  M. 

The  Way. 


JESUS  my  all  to  heaven  has  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

CHORUS. 

I'm  happy  now  and  I  shall  be  then^ 
If  I  hold  out  to  my  journey's  end. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  high  way  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way  !" 

5  Lo  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Now  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Savior  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 


D 


SACKED  MELODIES. 


L.  M 


1"""  LOVE  ray  Lord,  I  love  bis  laws, 
Halle  0  hallelujah, 

I  love  religions  blessed  cause;' 

Glory  O  hallelujah, 

I  love  his  faithful  children  too, 

Halle  O  hallelujah, 

I  love  his  precious  wiil  to  do, 

Glory  O  hallelujah. 

2  I  love  this  narrow  happy  way, 

I  love  to  w;«toh,  I  love  to  pray; 
I  love  the  crown,  I  love  the  cross, 
1  love  the  gold  without  the  dros3. 

3  I  love  to  shout,  I  love  to  sing, 

I  love  to  praise  my  heavenly  King  ; 
I  love  my   Lord,  I  know  I  do, 
I  love  the  souls  that  he  loves  too. 

4  I  love  his  saints  that  are  below,  ■ 
1  love  the  precious  sinner  too  : 

I  love  those  who  have  gone  before. 
I  love  my  Jesus  more  and  more. 


P.  M 

HOW  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing,   breth- 
ren si 
ions  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 
How  precious    is    the   name  of  Christ   onr  Paschal 

Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  sin  and   shame,   on   the   tree,   on  the 
tree. 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


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2  Pre  liven  all  for  Christ,  he'a  my  ill,  he's  nv     ... 

I  ven  all  for  Christ,  he'8  :::;.  all: 
Ivr  mvcii  all  for  <  tiriat,  -     ril  cannot  rest, 

.    m\    breast,   reining   there,   reigning 
there. 

3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear,  with  delight,  -with  delight, 
His  easv  yoke  I'll  Lear,  with  delight. 

His  easv  voke  1*11  bear,  and  his  cross  I  will  not  fear, 
Ilis  name" I  will  declare  evennory.  evermore. 

4  I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul,  in  my  sonl, 
I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul, 

I  feel  the  love  of  God,  in  my  heart  'tis  shed  abroad, 
And  I  will  serve  im  God  here  below,  here  below. 


6 


Darkness  of  the  tomb  scattered  bij  Christ. 

MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Je<us  scatters  al!  its  gloom  ! 
Day  of  triumph  !  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Savior  rise  ' 


Victory  !  O  victory  ! 
When  we  gain  the  victory, 
O  how  happy  we  shall  be 
When  we  gain  the  victory. 

'2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Christians,  dry  your  flowing  tears 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 


10  SACREB  MELODIES. 


4  P.  M. 

COME  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 
Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 
Have  your  lamps  trimm'd  and  burning, 
For  behold  the  proclamation  ; 
Saying  all  things  now  are  ready, 
For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy  ; 
All  my  fatlings  now  are  killed, 
And  prepared  on  the  table. 

2  Arise  and  get  ready, 
Hasten  to  the  marriage  supper, 
While  the  bridegroom  is  calling, 
And  poor  sinners  are  falling. 
See  the  Lord  of  life  descending, 
And  the  judgment  trumpet  sounding, 
To  gather  all  the  nations, 

To  the  final  judgment  day. 

3  O,  what  a  happy  meeting, 
When  salvation  is  completed, 
And  all  tribulation  ended, 
And  the  spotless  robe  prepared, 
For  the  bride  to  be  adorned, 

In  the  jasper  walls  be  crowned, 
Singing  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
In  the  New  Jerusalem. 

4  O  sinners  don't  be  doubting, 
While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting, 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army, 

Then  there's  nothing  that  will  harm  you, 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Savior, 


SACRED   MELODIES.  11 

And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 
And  repent  and  be  converted, 
You  will  sing  bis  praises  too. 


8 


L.  M. 


PRAY  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ; 
Pray  till  you  feel  the  power  of  God; 
Pray  till  be  drive  your  doubts  away  ; 
Pray  till  you  see  the  gospel  day. 

2  Pray  for  the  mourners  ;  see  their  grief; 
Pray  till  their  souls  shall  find  relief; 
Pray  for  the  wicked  every  where ; 
Pray  that  your  garments  may  be  clear. 

3  Soon  you  shall  have  your  hearts'  desire; 
Our  God  will  answer  as  by  fire  : 
You'll  see  th'  effect  of  fervent  prayer, 
In  the  abundant  grace  you  share. 


9 


P.  M. 


SAW  ye  my  Savior  !  Saw  ye  my  Savior 
Saw  ye  my  Savior  the  Lord  ! 
O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 
Painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross; 
There  he  bow'd  his  bead  and  died, 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 


12  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain--; 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucifi'd  the  dear  Lamb. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Day  was  concealed  o'er  the  land; 
And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
While  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail  mighty  Savior,  Hail  mighty  Savior, 

Prince  and  the  author  of  Peace, 
Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant,  from  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  u  See  my  hands  and  side, 
Father,  I  was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  "  I  will  forgive  tbem,  I  will  forgive  them 

When  they  repent  and  believe  ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
And  be  reconciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 


SACRED  MELODIES.  ]3 


10 


8s  &  7s. 

TVTQW  behold  the  Savior  pleading, 
1  i   At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  the  Savior? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior — 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Savior, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 

3  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ! 
Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  the  events  of  life  ! 

4  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee, 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me ! 

5  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  the  Savior  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him  : 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

6  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready  ; 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  : 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 


14  SACRED  MELODIES. 


11 


Come  ye  Disconsolate. 


/"^OME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  languish, 
^  Come,  at  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel  5 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an- 
guish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  Heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless.,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure ; 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heav'n  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life,  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared, — come  ever  knowing 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 


12 


P.  M. 

BRETHREN  we  have  met  for  worship, 
And  to  adore  the  Lord  our  God ; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  yoirr  power, 

While  we  wait  upon  the  Lord? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  one  comes  down ; 
Brethren  pray,  and  heavenly  manna 
Will  be  showered  all  around. 

Don't  you  see  poor  sinners  round  you 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  wo  ? 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  your  fathers  and  your  mothers, 

And  your  children  sinking  down — 
Brethren  pray  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  15 

3  Don't  you  see  the  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door; 
But  they've  wandered  from  the  Savior, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before. 
But  the  Savior  offers  pardon, 

If  they  will  to  him  return; 
Brethren  pray  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down, 

4  Sisters  will  you  join  and  help  us, 

Moses'  sister  helped  him  ; 
Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners 

Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin  ? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Savior, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found  j 
Sisters  pray  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 

5  Let  us  love  the  Lord  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too; 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  the  Lord  creates  them  new. 
Soon  he'll  call  us  home  to  glory, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down  ; 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us, 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 

Id  C.  P.  M. 

WHEN    thou  my  righteous  judge   shall 
come, 
To  call  thy  ransom'd  people  home  ; 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 

Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 


16  SACRED   MELODIES. 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow — 

Though  weakest  of  them  all, 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  that  expected  day, 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  each  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  he  found, 
Whene'er  th'  Archangel's  trump  shall  sound 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then  loud  through  all  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heav'n's  resounding  mansions  ring, 

With  shouts  of  boundless  grace. 

S.  M. 
jjll>  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


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15 


P.M. 


GLORY  to  God  that  I  have  found, 
The  pearl  of  my  salvation, 
We   are   marching  through   Immanuel's 
ground, 
Up  to  our  heavenly  station  ; 
And  I'm  resolv'd  to  follow  on, 

And  never  to  forsake  him, 
I'll  always  keep  this  narrow  way, 
Till  I  do  overtake  him. 

2  Fear  not,  says  Christ,  ye  little  flock, 

Heirs  of  immortal  glory, 
You  are  built  upon  the  surest  rock, 

The  kingdom  lies  before  you  : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  grace, 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
I'm  always  with  my  little  flock, 

And  will  bring  them  home  to  glory. 


16 


P.  M. 


DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Through  which    pilgrims  make   their 
way, 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  : 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low 
2 


18  SACRED  MELODJES, 

2  O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you  ? 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you; 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne; 
He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone. 

3  O  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparkle  J 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  : 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear; 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

■j  ny  p.  M. 

JL  4  The  Pure  Testimony. 

jyHE  pure  testimony,  pour'd  forth  in  the  Spirit, 
-■-    Cuts  like  a  keen  two-edged  sword; 
And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  tormented, 

Because  they're  condemned  by  the  word. 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross, 
While  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the  cross  j 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be  gather'd 

Into  the  one  spirit  of  God  ? 
Baptiz'd  by  one  Spirit  into  the  one  body, 

Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood  ? 
They  drink  in  one  spirit  which  makes  them  all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesr.s,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the  free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony, 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again  ; 
O  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt  and  Sodom, 


8ACUED  MELODIES.  10 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain; 
And  gird  on  your  armor,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  j 
For  Christ  shall  direct  you  by  his  living  word ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 

4  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  must'ring  his  forces, 

To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 
Bv  flat'ries,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecution, 

That  vou  in  his  cause  may  remain  : 
But  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lay, 
And  fear  not  his  servants  whatever  they  say  5 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 

5  The  world  will   not  persecute  those  who  are  like 

them 

But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  up  separation, 

And  calls  you  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come  out  from  their  spirit  and  practices  too, 
The  track  of  the  Savior  keep  still  in  your  view; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

6  The  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  kingdoms, 

The  armies  will  gather  anon  ; 
The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution 

Will  come  to  close  battle  ere  long : 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  spirit,  as  Jesus  has  done; 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 
IO  P.  M. 

JL  O  Precious  Promises. 

UOW  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
-"■  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said  ? 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  iu  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth. 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be." 

3  "  Fear  not  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd  ; 
I  now  am  thy  God  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand, 


'4\)  SACRED  MELODIES. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
Impartial,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  thy  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
He  will  not,  He  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
He'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake. 


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L.  M. 


WHERE   two  or  three,  with  sweet  ac 
cord, 
Obedient  to  their  blessed  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace  : 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise, 

2  "There,"  saith  the  Savior,  "  will  I  be, 

Amid  this  little  company  ; 
To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 

And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 

Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 
Now  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 

Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


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SACRED   MELODIES. 


P.  M. 


("10ME  my  brethren  let  us  try, 
J  For  a  little  season  ; 
Every  burden  to  lay  by, 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Savior  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
Crying,  O  my  Father. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying; 
See  he  suffered  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mourning. 

6  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Angels  fly  from  glory  ; 
O  what  glory  shone  around, 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name ; 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 


22  SACRED  MELODIES. 

8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven  ; 
There  to  join  with  those  above. 
And  forever  praise  him. 


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P.  M. 


FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 

That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost/ 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love, 
Where  Jesus  has  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 

4  Then  why  so  reluctant  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again? 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
No  longer  confined  to  this  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love  : 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 


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SACRED   MELODIES.  %'i 

P.M. 

Pilgrim  Stranger. 

WHITHER  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale  ? 
Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger  ? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 


No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 

Hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 

Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me, 
Hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 

Passing  through  this  waste  so  wide  ; 
But  no  harm  can  o'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blessed  with  such  a  guide. 

13  Such  a  guide  !  No  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  theer 
'Tis  unseen  by  human  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

h  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 


24  SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend; 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  While  I  gazed  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from  sight; 
Gazing  still  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  cloth 'd  with  light. 

8  Cease,  my  soul,  this  mourning,  crying, 

Death  will  burst  the  sullen  gloom  ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 


23 


P.M. 

Mutual  Encouragement. 


BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must  but  should  not  fear, 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end ; 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares ; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be, 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  25 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet — 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

£>/#  L.  M. 

M^         The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark, 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  : 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 


26  SACRED  MELODIES. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem  ; 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem, 


25 


S.  M. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

£)/*  lls- 

,&  UP  The  Bower  of  Prayer-. 

#jHO  leave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neighbors  to 
x  part, 

And  go  from  my  home  affects  not  my  heart, 


SACRKD   MELODIES.  27 

Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 
From  that  blest  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower,   where   the   pine   and  the  poplar  Have 
spread 
And  woven  their  branches,  a  roof  o'er  my  head  ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  ever-green  there, 
Aud  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in  prayer. 

8  The  early  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant  grove, 
That  Jesus  my  Savior  my  guilt  did  remove; 
Presented  himself  as  the  only  true  way 

Of  life  aud  salvation. and  taught  me  to  pray. 

5  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  with  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine  ; 

But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

6  For  Jesus  my  Savior  oft  deigned  me  to  meet, 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat; 
Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there, 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer. 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you  and  bid  you  adieu,    . 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new  ; 
Well  knowing  my  Savior  resides  every  wherej 
And  will  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 


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C.  M. 


AS  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung. 
And  wept  and  bled  and  died, 
He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languished  at  his  side  : 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame 
The  penitent  confessed  ; 


28  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed. 

3  "  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heav'n, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Savior  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise. 

&  O  Jubilee. 

WHAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 
Salvation  sounding  free ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round,  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Christians  all  agree 


SACRED   MELODIES.  29 

To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
•        This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come, 

Unto  the  Savior  flee  ; 
The  spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

G)(Jk  8s&7s. 

£  X7  Grateful  Recollection. 

COME  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

CHORUS. 

O  'tis  all  glory,  glory  ;  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
We're  going  where  pleasures  never  end — ■ 

O  'tis  all  glory,  glory  ;  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
We're  going  where  pleasures  never  die. 
2  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 


30  SACRED  MELODIES. 

Praise  the  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it !« 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love, 

3  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

5  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  goodness  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thv  courts  above. 


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S.  M. 

COME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne, 
Let  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd, 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fav 'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  31 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found, 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion yields, 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  hcav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


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L.  M. 


WHEN  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 
What  beauties  in  my  Savior  dwell; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  best  beloved  keeps  his  throne 

On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknowrn ; 
But  he  descends  and  shows  his  face, 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand; 
He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engrossed  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move; 
I  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 


32  SACRED  MELODIES. 

5  He  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are ; 
Nor  ear  hath  heard,  nor  tongue  can  tell 
What  raptures  in  his  presence  dwell. 

6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 

Q6>  CM. 

<£)  Jd  Salvation. 

SALVATION  !  O,  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  : 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buri'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation  !  O,  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ! 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

3Q  H.  M. 

O  Strength  from  Heaven. 

>Y  whom  was  David  taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 


B 


SACKED   MELODIES.  33 

When  lie  Goliah  fought 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low? 
No  sword   or  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  hrook. 

2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight, 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth 

To  storm  the  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp? 
The  trumpet  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh  !  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

My  trust  was  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  has  quelled  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

£elf  righteousness  and  pride, 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapons  from  my  side  ! 
Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 
C   M. 
The  hope  of  Heaven. 

WHEi\  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
o 


34 


34  SACRED   MELODIES. 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage . 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come,. 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul', 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


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C.P.  M. 


THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes ; 
The  spices  yield  the  rich  perfumes 
The  lillies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  graee  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground! 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begur>,, 


SACRED   ME  LOP  IK  5.  35 

My  soul  a  witness  is; 
I  taste  and  sec  the  pardon's  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me, 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Savior,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went  : 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  trials  and  our  troubles  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


36 


S.M. 


WELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
2  The  king  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ;  - 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here 
And  love  arfd  praise  and  pray- 


36  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  One  day  amid  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


37 


L.  M. 


YOUNG  people  all  attention  give, 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name, 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come,  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

And  rang'd  th'  alluring  scenes  of  life; 
But  never  knew  substantial  joys, 
Till  I  obeyed  my  Savior's  voice. 

He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiv'n, 

And  wash'd  my  load  of  guilt  away, 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heav'n, 

And  thus  I  found  the  heav'nly  way. 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet, 
For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

Youth  like  the  spring  will  soon  be  gone, 
By  rolling  years  or  sudden  death  : 

Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark 

Your  spnrk'ling  eyes  ;uad  blooming  cheeks, 


SACRED  MELODIES.  37 

Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose  ; 
The  coffin,  earth  ami  winding  sheet, 
Will  scun  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

O,  careless  youth,  this  is  the  state, 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
Come  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by  ; 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God  ; 
But  with  the  gospel  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


38 


P.M. 


XJ  AIL  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Mediator, 
x L  Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  j 
Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo  !  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 


Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Shine  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 

Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Afigels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  ami  olf 'rings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrr  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  tli?  prayers  of  the  poor  . 


38  SACRED  MELODIES. 


39 


C.  M. 

Resolve. 


COME  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
1  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  pardoning  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 
Perhaps  he  may  command  me  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


40 


O 


P.  M. 
The  Convert, 

HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Savior  obey, 


SACKED  MELODIES.  39 

Anil  Iiave  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 

Tongue  can  never  express, 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine  ^t. 

I  first  found  in  the  Wood  of  the  Lan^f 

When  my  heart  first  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  faH  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat,  „ 

And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  sOng ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see! 

"He  hath  lov'd  me,"  I  cried, 

"  He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 

•5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above 
All  my  sins,  and  temptations,  and  pair. 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat; 


40  SACRED  MELODIES. 

My  glad  soul  mounted  higher, 
In  the  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  ^eet, 

7  O  !   the  rapturous  height, 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Savior  possess'd, 

T  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

J.1  C-M- 

^fcJL  Evening  Twilight. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cum'bring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  care  and  sorrows  cast, 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  Jove  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempest  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day, 


42 


SACRED   MELODIES.  41 

P.  M . 
l'h,  SainCs  Adieu  to  Earth. 

yE  objects  of  sense,  and  eDjoymenta  of  time, 
1    Which  <>i(  have  delighted  my  heart : 
I  sonii  shall  exchange  you  tin- joys  more  sublime, 
And  joys  that  will  never  depart. 

2  Thou  lord  of  the  day,  and  tliou  queen  of  the  night, 

To  me  ye  no  longer  are  known  ; 
I  soon  shall  behold  with  increasing  delight, 
A  sua  that  will  never  go  down. 

3  Ye  wonderful  orbs  that  astonish  mine  eyes, 

Your  glories  recede  from  my  sight; 
I  soon  shall  contemplate  more  beautiful  skies, 
And  stars  more  transcendent!}  bright. 

4  Ye  mountains  and  valleys,  ye  rivers  and  plains, 

Thou  earth  and  thou  ocean  adieu  ; 
Afore  permanent  regions  where  righteousness  reigns, 
Present  their  bright  hills  to  my  view. 

5  My  weeping  relations,  my  brethren  and  friends, 

Whose  hearts  are  entwined  with  my  own — 
Adieu  for  the  present,  my  spirit  ascends 
Where  friendship  immortal  is  known. 

6  The  wrong  of  transgressors  shall  grieve  me  no  more, 

'Midst  foes  I  no  longer  reside; 
My  conflicts  with  sin  and  with  sinners  are  o'er, 
With  saints  I  shall  ever  abide. 

7  No  lurking  temptation,  defilement  or  fear 

Again  shall  disquiet  my  breast; 
In  Jesus'  fair  image  I  soon  shall  appear, 
Forever  ineffably  blest. 

8  Ye  Sabbath's  below  which  have  been  my  delight. 

And  now  thou  blest  volume  divine  ; 
You've  guided  my  footsteps  like  stars  during  night. 
Adieu  my  conductors  benign. 

9  Thou  tottering  seat  of  disease  and  of  pain, 

Adieu  my  dissolving  abode  ; 


42  SACRED   MELODIES, 

I  soon  shall  behold  and  possess  thee  again, 
A  beautiful  building  of  God. 

10  Come,  come,  my  dear  Jesus,  come  quickly  release 
The  soul  thou  hast  bought  with  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  ascend  the  fair  regions  of  peace, 
To  feast  on  the  smiles  of  my  God. 

A*Z  PM- 

"~d£^  Christ  the  only  true  Friend. 

JESUS  to  every  willing  mind 
Offers  a  heavenly  treasure  ; 
There  may  the  sons  of  sorrow  find, 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 
See  what  employments  men  pursue, 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true  ; 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view, 
Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  which  fools  esteem, 

Fading  and  transitory  ; 
Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream  ; 

Or  a  delusive  story. 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind : 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find, 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Beauty,  with  all  its  gaudy  shows, 

Is  but  a  painted  bubble  ; 
Short  is  the  triumph  it  bestows ; 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble. 
Fame  like  a  shadow  flees  away, 
Titles  and  dignities  decay, 
Nought  but  religion  can  display 

Joys  that  are  free  from  trouble. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  43 

Happy  tlio  man  who  has  a  friend, 

Namely  the  God  of  nature, 
Well  may  lie  feel  and  recommend, 

Friendship  with  our  Creator. 
Then  as  our  hearts  in  Jesus  join, 
So  let  our  social  powers  combine, 
Ruled  by  a  passion  most  divine, 

Friendship  with  our  Creator. 


44 


L.  M. 


WHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

This  life's  a  dream — an  empty  show; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; — 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

0  glorious  hour  ! — O  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; — 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  glad  surprise, 
And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 


45 


P.  M. 

OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 


44  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Drink  everlasting  love  ! 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Brink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er : 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer  though  I  die; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And,  O,  my  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray : 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
And  if  you  want  more  knowledge, 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  will  In1  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request  ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 
6  And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  hid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom 'd  dust  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put. on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 

Where  our  Redeemer's  "-one. 


46 


P.  M. 


A    FOUNTAIN  in  Jesna  which  runs  always  free, 
-**■  For  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we  ! 
Our  sins,    though  like   crimson,  made   white  as   the 
wool, 

No  lack  in  the  fountain,  it  always  is  lull. 

2  All  things  now  are  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come, 
The  supper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son  ; 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may  receive, 
A  living  forever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The  guests  who  were  bidden,  refused  the  rail  ; 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all 

To  be  stripped  of  their  honor,  and  part   with    their 

store, 
For  a  feast  that  was  given  and  made  for  the.  poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready,  and  wish  to  delay, 

My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say  ; 
The  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the  blind, 
Shall  come  and  be  welcome,  the  supper  is  mine. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels,  and  rings  of  rich  kind  ; 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  ri<  lily  refln'd  : 
Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father,  in  glory  to  sing. 


46  S4.CKED   MELODIES. 


47 


8s,  7s,  &  4s. 


LO  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints,  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  comes — and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

'  Come  to  judgment ! — 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  away.' 

4  Yea,  amen  ! — let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known  ! 

Oh  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 
P.M. 
The  Jubilee. 

THE  Gospel  Trumpet  has  been  blown, 
And  caused  poor  sinners  to  return 


48 


SACRED   MELODIES.  47 

To  Jesus  Christ  our  heavenly  king, 
To  join  and  shout  and  praise  and  sing. 
For  we  are  on  our  inarch  for  glory, 

We  will  sing  salvation  free; 
Yes,  we  are  on  our  march  to  glory, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilen. 

2  If  we  prove  faithful  to  the  end, 
We  find  in  Christ  a  glorious  Friend, 
For  he  who  guards  us,  watches,  keeps, 
He  never  slumbers,  never  sleeps. 
For  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
He  is  on  the  land  and  sea; 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

S  May  we  obey  the  gracious  call, 
Of  him  whose  love  extends  to  all, 
He's  never  weary,  never  faint, 
He  hears  and  pities  each  complaint. 
For  he  knows  our  heart's  desires 

When  we  bend  the  humble  knee; 
Yes,  he  wipes  away  our  tears, 
And  he  gives  us  victory. 

4  When  on  the  part  of  God  we  rise, 
We  take  the  cross  and  win  the  prize ; 
So  when  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
Our  songs  of  triumph  shall  not  fail. 

Now  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
We  will  sing  salvation  free; 

Yes,  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
We  will  sound  the  Jubilee. 

5  And  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
On  wings  of  triumph  may  wo  soar, 


45 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


Where  floods  of  glory,  ceaseless  roll, 
YY  here  beauties  charm  our  precious  souls. 
There  we'll  join  in  singing  praises, 

To  Immanuel  our  King ; 
There  we'll  join  in  shouting  glory, 
Till  we  make  the  arches  ring. 

6  The  gospel  heralds  have  gone  forth, 

To  spread  glad  tidings  through  the  earth, 
From  east  to  west  they  shall  proclaim 
Salvation  through  the  Savior's  name. 
For  the  Spirit  is  out-pouring 
On  the  land  and  on  the  sea; 
•  Yes,  the  Spirit  is  out-pouring, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 


49 


C.  M. 


JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight, 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  so  glorious  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 


SACRED    MELODIES.  49 

What  folly's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ! 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 


50 


7s. 


HARK  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  "  Lovest  thou  me  ?" 

2  "  I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

2  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care, 
Cease  toward  her  children  dear  ? 
Yes  !  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done, — 

4 


51 


50  SACRED  MELODIES. 

Partner  of  my  thvrone  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore  ; — 
O  for  grace  to  love  the  more  ! 
8s,  7s  &  4s. 
Sinners  entreated  to  hear. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence — O  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 
Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 
Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 
Fearful  hearts  they  quell  your  fears; 

And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tear  : 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tear. 
False  professors,  groveling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford ; 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 


52 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

5  Who  bath  our  report  believed  ? 
Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 

Who  embrae'd  the  news  of  pardon. 
Oiter'd  to  you  hy  the  Lord  ! 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Ofter'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ! 

G  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners, 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME  Holy  Spirit,  hcav'nly  dove ; 
With  all  thy  quick 'ning  pow'rs — 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nlv  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ninpr  pow'rs, — 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


SACRED   MKLOD 


)IES. 


53 


CM. 


Walking  with  God. 


OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly^frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 

Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 
What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  ? 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 

The  world  can  never  fill. 
Return,  O  holy  dove!  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So,  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

C.  M. 

Sufferings  of  Christ. 

LAS  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  ! 
And  did  my  sovereign  die  ! 


54 

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SACKED   MELODIES. 

Would  lie  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufferer  stood  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  1  might  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


55 


H.  M. 

Made  nigh  by  blood. 


A  RISE,  my  soul, 
1\.  Shake  oft'  thv 


;e  oft"  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 


04  SACRED   MELODIES. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all  redeeming  love, — 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary, 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive  they  cry 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray  : 

His  dear  anointed  one  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconcil'd, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

%3  \J  Mourning  souls. 

POOR  mourning  souls,  in  deep  distress, 
Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation  ; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
And  they,  as  nought  in  God's  account, 
And  drowned  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

2  But  who  is  He  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning, 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning  : 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul ; 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died  : 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


57 


P.M. 

DROOPING  saints,  no  longer  grieve, 
Heaven  is  propitious ; 
If  in  Christ  you  do  believe 

You  will  find  him  precious; 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  mourners  to  him; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet  and  side, 

Flows  a  healing  fountain; 
See  the  consolating  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean  ; 
See  the  healing  waters  move 

For  the  sick  and  dying, 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

3  Streaming  mercy  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know  I  feel  it, 


58 


SACRED  MELODIES. 

Half  has  never  yet  been  told 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it; 
Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounds, 

O  the  wond'rous  story, 
I  was  lost  but  now  am  found, 

Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 

Glory  to  my  Savior's  name, 
Saints  are  bound  to  love  him  ; 

Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 
Only  come  and  prove  him. 

Hasten  to  the  Savior's  blood, 
Feel  it,  and  declare  it ; 

0  that  I  could  sing  so  loud, 

That  all  the  world  might  hear  it. 

If  no  greater  joys  are  known, 
In  the  upper  region, 

1  will  try  to  travel  on, 
In  this  pure  religion  ; 

Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here  and  yonder; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  amen, 
While  all  the  angels  wonder. 
P.M. 
Self-  Examination . 

TIS  a  point  I  long  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse  ; 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 


59 


SACRED   MELODIES.  57 

Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 

If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day 
C.  M. 
Fellowship. 

OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

CHORUS. 

A  Savior,  let  creation  sing — 
A  Savior,  let  all  heaven  ring — 
He's  Cod  with  us — we  feel  him  ours — 
His  fullness  in  our  souls  he  pours — 
'Tis  almost  done — 'tis  almost  o'er — 
We're  following  those  who've  gone  before — 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore, 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine 
Proclaim'dby  thee  thine  own. 


58  SACRED   MELODIES. 

4  May  we  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

Kfl  lls- 

\JV/  0  turn  ye. 

g~\  TURN  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  why  will  ye  die, 
"  When  God,  in  great  mercy,  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites,  and  the  Spirit  says  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
O,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  f 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up"  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  or  feeding  on  air  ? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare  ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Savior  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven  we  never  shall  part ; 

O  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 

(51  P.M. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 


SACRED   MELODIES.  ■>■ 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shnlt  be  : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Lot  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Sayior  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me — 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain; 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain  : 
I  have  called  thee,  Abba  Father, 

I  ha^e  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest : 
Oh  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

5  Haste  thee  on,  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 


60  SACRED  MELODIES. 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


62 


C.  P.  M. 

MY  days,   my    weeks,  my    months,  my 
years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time  like  the  tide  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly; 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

3  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  wo 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath  ; 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows, 
Whether  another  year  shall  close, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

4  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free"? 


SACRED   MELODIES.  61 

>  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend? 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Below  the  reach  of  grace? 

>  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state  ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  he  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

'  O  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem, 

To  poor  unthinking  man  : 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow; 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now, 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

]  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 

Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 


63 


P.  M. 


HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see, 
Sweet  prospects,   sweet   birds     and  sweet 
flowers, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 


62  SACRED    MELODIES. 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim  ; 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice, 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should  were  be  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I ; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  ; 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thpu  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
O  take  me  to  thee  upon  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
L.  M. 
Morning  Hymn. 

O  COULD  my  soul  this  morning  rise, 
And  feel  that  life  that  never  dies  ; 


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SACItED   MFI.0D1E8.  63 

I'd  praise  that  hand  with  all  my  powers, 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine, 
In  him  eternal  joys  are  mine; 
Then  rouse,  my  soul,  hid  sloth  adieu, 
Thy  Jesus  love  and  him  pursue. 

Haste  on  to  that  immortal  shore, 

Where  nightandsleepare  knownnomore ; 

Then  shall  I  soon  in  glory  rise, 
"With  seraphs  in  a  sweet  surprise. 

Then  shall  I  raise  a  morning  song, 
With  all  the  vast  angelic  throng; 

Singing  in  everlasting  peace, 

My  morning  song  shall  never  cease. 


65 


C.  P.  M. 

The  Spiritual  Pilgrim. 


HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell ; 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine  ; 
Already  sav'd  from  low  design, — 

From  every  creature-love — 
Bless'd  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  ahove. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
And  happiness  heyond  the  view 


64  SACRED  MELODIES. 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  : 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, — 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 


66 


L.  M. 

To- Day. 


T O-Day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice, 
Say  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 

2  Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go  ? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

3  Come  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 


S  \cnr.D  MEi.onir.s.  65 

4  Behold  he'a  waiting  at  your  door  ! 
Make  now  your  choice,  O,  halt  no  more. 
Say, sinner,  say,  what  will  von  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

5  Your  sports  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  with  our  celestial  joys, 
Like  momentary  dreams  appear; 
Come,  go  with  us — your  souls  are  dear. 

G  Why  rush   in  sinful  pleasures  on  ? 
Why  madly  plunge  in  ruin  down  ? 
Say,  without  Christ,  what  can  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

7  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell ; 

We  hound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell? 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  that  burning  day. 

8  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 


67 


P.  M. 


OTHOU  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call; 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation  and  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  with  thy  sheep, 


ob 


SACRED   EIEL0BIE5. 


To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love  ? 

For  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ! 

3  O  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee — 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice, 
When  my  sorrows  thev  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zinn, 
Declare  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shown. 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
Or  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved, 
His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  : 

The  locks  of  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown' d. 

6  Like  the  fair  rose  of  Sharon, 
Or  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  does  the  beauty 
Of  excellence  glow — 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

7  His  voice  as  the  sound, 
Of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 


SACRED   MELODIES.  67 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 
Bow  at  liis  feet, 
And  the  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

3  His  lips  as  a  fountain 

Of  righteousness  flow, 
That  waters  the  garden  of  grace. 

From  thence,  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  Jus  face. 

9  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids, 
And  scatters  delight, 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 

Their  faces  the  eherubim 

Yi  il  in  his  sight, 
And  praise  him  with  fullness  of  joy. 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ! 

He  speaks  and  eternity, 

Fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

6  8  C.  M. 

ON  Jordan"*  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 


66  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  : 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest, 
.    When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul, 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 

Our  spirits  near  shall  lire; 
But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 


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C.  M. 


LORD  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here  ; 
O,  make  our  joys  the  same. 


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2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight, 

Tiie  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp 'd  the  holy  child. 

3  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cried, 

Behold  thy  servant  dies  ! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  shine, 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands. 

5  Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms, 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 


70 


P.M. 


THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rer3  given, 
There  is  a  joy  for  soul's  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 
'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortala  spread, 


70  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 
And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  homo  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tost  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

4  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  ev'ning  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given, 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  t-*nrb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

4  JL  Christ  dying,  rising  and  reigning. 

"E  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies, 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But  lo  !   what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 

Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again  ! 


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4  The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise,) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  sh#ut  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5  Break  oif  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led 'the  tyrant  deatli  in  chains  ! 

G  Say,  u  Live  forever,  gloriofis  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  !" 


72 


C.  M. 


HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  he aven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sisrht, — 

Yet,  O  !   by  faith  f  see, 
The  land  of  re^t,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

U  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 


72  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessels  break  ; 
And  let  our  ransom 'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ! 
In  rapturous  awe,  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 

To  all  eternity. 


73 


P.  M. 


(~^OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
J    Weak  and  wouuded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  yo  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you 
Tis  the  spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fallT 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 


SAcnr.n  melodies. 

Vou  will  never  come  at  ;ill ; 
Not  the  righteous, — 

Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  eall. 

6  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  .Maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree,  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  lie  fore  he  dies, 
"  It  is  finished  !" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  scats  of  heaven, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


P.  M. 

"VU  II Y  sleep  wo,  my  brethren  ?  come  let  us  arise, 
*  r    O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  ? 
Salvation  i-  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent, 
O,  let  us  be  active— awake"!  and  repent. 

2  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  culling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home; 
The  iSpirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
The  weary  tbry  welcome,  tbe  careless  invite. 


74  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  our  foes  are  awake  j 
To  ruin  poor  souls,  every  effort  they  make, 

To  accomplish  their  object,  no  means  are  untried, 
The  careless  they  comfort,  the  wakeful  misguide. 

4  O,  how  can  wTe  slumber  !  when  so  much  was  done, 
To  purchase  salvation,  by  Jesus,  the  Son  ! 

Now  mercy  is  profler'd,  and  justice  display'd, 
Now  God  can  be  honored  and  sinners  be  sav'd. 

5  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  when  death  is  so  near, 
And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair; 

Now  prayers  may  avail,  and  they  gain  the  high  prize, 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

6  O,  how  can  ye  slumber  !  ye  sinners  look  round, 
Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall  confound; 
O,  fly  to  the  Savior,  he  calls  you  to-day  ; 

While  mercy  is  waiting,  O,  make  no  delay. 

>J%  P.M. 

©   $J?  Saint's  Home. 

rjPHE  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
■*■    They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  ihey  decay. 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  ! 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms  ; 

At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus  conduct  ine  to  heaven,  my  heme. 

3  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus  and  heaven  and  glory  I  view; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  whan  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ? 


SACRED  MF.I.ODIES.  ID 

4  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching,  when  .lesus  will  say, 
"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  pi  er  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home. 

5  Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
Then  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  .Savior,  forever  at  homo. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

They  dwell  with  the  Savior,  forever  at  kome. 

7£*  C.  M. 

O  The  Christians  Trust. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord  ; 
Or  to^defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Or  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands; 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands : 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


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lis. 


WOULD  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay- 
Where  storm  after  storm  arisen  dark  o'er  the  way  ; 


76  SACKED   MELODIES. 

I  would  not  live  alway  :  No — welco/ne  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom. 

2  O,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode  ? 
Where  the  rivers   of  pleasure  ilow   o'er   the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns ; 

S  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  pleasure  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life  of  the  soul. 


78 


S.  M. 


AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  trouble  slfow, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint? 

2  My  Savior  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stray  ! 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 

From  which  I  cannot  part? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Savior  tako 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown 

Must  surely  lurk  within  : 
Some  idol  whieh  I  will  not  own  ; 
Some  secret  bosom  sin. 
%  Je^us,  the  hindrance  show, 
Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  cousent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


:; 


rcher  of  hearts, — in  mine 
Thy  trying  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest,  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

TCI  c- :,r- 

$    \j  Baptism. 

ALMIGHTY  Savior,  here  we  stand, 
Rang'd  by  the  water  side  ; 
Hither  we  come,  at  thy  command, 

To  wait  upon  thy  bride. 

2  Thy  footsteps  marked  this  humble  way, 

For  all  that  love  thy  caus   . 

Lord  !   thy  example  we  obey, 

And  glory  in  the  cross.         . 

3  Our  dearest  Lord,  we'll  follow  thee 

Where'er  thou  lead'st  tire 
Thro'  floods,  thro'  flames,  thro'  death's  dart 
vale, 
To  realms  of  endless  daw 


m 


P.  M. 


SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  name, 

All  righteousness  to  fill  ; 
'T  was  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  Cod, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptiz'd  and  then 
The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 


78  SACRED  MELODIES. 

On  Jordan's  bank  they  did  prepare, 
The  Baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 
Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'din  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above ; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

5  "This  is  my  Son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

"  O  children,  hear  ye  him  ;" 
Hark  !   'tis  his  voice,  behold  !  he  cries, 
"  Repent,  believe  and  be  baptized, 

And  wash  away  your  sins." 

6  Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd. 
O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in;the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise  : 
See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 


SAC'KKl)   HEI.OI' 

A  loving  Savior  calling,  "  Conic, 
O  children,  bo  baptiz'd." 

8  Behold  !  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 
Ye  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 

81  CM. 

OUR  dearest  Lord  look  from  above 
On  us  assembled  here; 
O,  grant  thy  presence  and  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  minds  to  cheer. 

2  Here  we  are  come  to  be  baptized, 

His  wise  commands  obey  ; 
Who  his  own  life  has  sacrific'd, 
To  take  our  sins  away. 

3  No  merit  in  the  mode  we  claim, 

We  imitate  our  Head, 
Who  when  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  stream 
Out  of  the  waves  was  led. 


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8s,  7s,  & 


TO  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 
Lo  !  the  King  of  Zion  came  ; 
There  the  ancient  Baptist  waited, 
To  immerse  the  spotless  Lamb  ; 

They  descended, 
To  the  Savior's  watery  grave. 


SO  SACRED  MELODIES. 

2  Come  then  ye  who  love  the  Savior, 

Fear  ye  not  to  own  your  Lord, 
Reckless  if  the  world  should  scorn  you, 
Follow  Christ,  obey  his  word  ; 

He'll  defend  you, 
Fear  ye  not  to  follow  him. 

3  Hear  the  Savior  saying  to  you, 

From  liis  glorious  throne  above, 
"  Ye  who  trust  in  me  for  pardon, 
By  obedience  show  your  love. 

Be  baptized, 
My  example  points  the  way." 

4  Lord,  our  hearts  incline  to  follow, 

In  the  way  which  thou  didst  tread, 
We  will  turn  from  every  other, 
While  thy  sacred  word  we  read  ; 

O  Redeemer, 
We  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 


8: 


L.  M. 


BEHOLD  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay, 
Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood  ! 
How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
To  sinners  through  the  mystic  flood  ! 

2  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come,  and  obey  his  sacred  word  ; 
He  died  and  rose  again  for  you  ; 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do? 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  move; 
That  we,  through  energy  divine, 
May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 


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4  All  yo  that  love  Immanuel's  name, 
And  long  to  feel  the  increasing  flame, 
'Tie  you,  yo  childran  of  the  light, 
The  spirit  and  the  bride  invite. 


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P.M. 


CHRISTIANS  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm  ; 
If  by  Jesus  you  are  priz'd 
Rise,  believe  and  be  baptiz'd. 

2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
Bore  the  curse  to  mortals  due, 
Children  prove  your  love  to  him, 
Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 

3  Never  shun  the  Savior's  cross, 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross ; 
If  the  Savior's  love  yoa  feel, 
Let  tht?  worW  behold  ycfur  zeal. 

4  Fife  is  g*o"d  to  Wafm  tire  soul, 
Water  purifies  the  foul ; 

Fire  and  Water  both  agree, 
Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 

5  Every  season  of  the  year, 
Let  your  worship  be  sincere; 
If  in  storms  you  cannot  roam, 
Serve  your  gracious  Lord  at  home  ? 

6  Read  his  sacred  word  by  day, 
Ever  watching^ always  pray  ; 
Meditate  his  law  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  great  delight 

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ft  Px  C-  M" 

O  O*  Difficulties  in  the  way  of  duty  surmounted. 

IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not  ye  much  loy'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  : 
Hinder  me  not  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

8  a         hm- 
\J    An  Address  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

DESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 
And  make  thy  presence  known; 
Reveal  our  Savior's  love, 
And  seal  us  for  thy  own  ! 
Unblest  by  thee,  our  works  are  vain  ; 
Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain. 

2  When  our  incarnate  God, 
The  sovereign  Prince  of  light, 
In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 


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Received  the  holy  rite, 
In  open  view  thy  form  came  down, 
And,  dove-like,  flew  the  king  to  crown. 

3  The  day  was  never  known, 
Since  lime  began  its  race, 
On  which  such  glory  shone, 

On  which  was  shone  such  grace, 
As  that  which  shed  in  Jordan's  stream, 
On  Jesus'  head  the  heavenly  beam. 

4  Continue  still  to  shine, 
And  fill  us  with  thy  fire  : 
This  ordinance  is  thine, 
Do  thou  our  souls  inspire  ! 

Thou  wilt  attend  on  all  thy  sons  ; 

'  Till  time  shall  end,'  thy  promise  runs. 


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BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  brinj 
To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  the  extatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 


O  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest, 
And  dwell  where  loving  Jesus  is. 


2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 
Freely  flash  before  him, 


84  SACRED  MELODIES. 

Myriads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him. 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  statrcna  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  th*?o«e, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Holy  !  Holy  !  Holy  One-. 

4  One  broad  rainbow  round  the  throne, 
Pours  celestial  splendor 

All  within  the  brilliant  zone, 

To  imperial  grandeur; 
Heaven's  pure  arch  reflects  the  blaze, 
Seraphs  sing,  admire  and  gaze, 
Glowing  cherubs  join  the  lays, 
Martyrs  shout  responding  praise. 

5  Hark,  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  \ 
Join  we  the  holy  lay, 

Jesus !  Jesus !  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  on  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus  !  Jesus  !  flow  along. 


SACKKO   MKI.ODIF.S. 


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L.  M. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  seat; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  he  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright, 
And  satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  Ah  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


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P.  M. 

OTELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er, 
A  country  Pre  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell' I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 


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2  Tho  souls  that  believe  in  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive  : 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Savior,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after  him,  go  ; 

Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 

None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will  prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell  and  sin  : 
'Midst  outward  affliction,  shall  feel  Christ  within  : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 

For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind  : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I  have  care,  that  my  friends  too  may  share 
These  blessings:  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you  dare  ? 
In  bondage,  O  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 

When  one  here  assures  you,  free  grace  is  so  nigh  ? 

The  Good  Physician. 
"OW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  the  sin  sick  soul ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave ; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases, 
Is  light  compared  to  sin  ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 


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SACRED  MELODIES. 

And  madness  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer, 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain  : 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace  !) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  : 
He  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed  ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him, 

I  looked  and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  risen  living  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith  ; 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live. 


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L.  M. 

My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. 

AY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 


k°  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ! 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 
That  call  thou  may 'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  Sinner— perhaps  this  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


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L.  M. 

The  good  old  icay. 


IFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasures  Jesus  sends: 
.Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 


CHORUS. 


For  the  good  old  wayis  to  watch  and  to  pray, 
And  I  hope  to  live  in  the  good  old  way  ; 
For  the  good  old  way  is  to  watch  and  to  pray, 
And  I  hope  to  die  in  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  tho'  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  vietory  ; 
If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 


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3  O,  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art  ■ 

But  may  our  actions  always  sav 

We  re  inarching  in  the  good  old'way. 

4  Though  satan  may  his  powers  employ 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy,  P     }' 

\p??'eV'earJ'  we'J1  «ain  tiie  <%, 

And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  And  when  0n  Pisgalf  s  top  we  stand, 
And  Mew  by  fa.ih  the  promis'd  land 
Then  we  may  sing, and  shout  and  may 
And  march  along  the  good  old  Tay 

6  J e  Valiant  so«]s>  ^r  heaven  contend, 
Remember  gory's  at  the  end; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

7  XV»°U  ^  bey°?d  this  raortal  Bn°re, 
fell  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  tTc  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way  J' 

y*5  CM. 

Q  FOR  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray, 
>f   To  converse  with  the  Lord,    * 
Fam  would  I  gne  myself  away, 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  °£r  invigorating  grace, 
j-o  raise  my  soul  above  ; 
V  for  that  heavenly-mindedness 
A  nat  satan  cannot  mova. 


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3  O  for  that  fortitude  which  can 

My  every  fear  control ; 
Then  would  the  dread  of  sinful  man 
No  more  disturb  my  soul. 

4  Lord,  thou  can'st  conquer  every  foe,— 

Thy  grace  can  sanctify  : 
Amen  :  O  Lord,  may  it  be  so, 
Let  my  corruptions  die. 

MThe  Church's  Welcome. 
Am— "Daughter  of  Zion" 
CHILDREN  of  Zion  !  what  harp  notes  are  stealing, 
So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet ; 
'Tis  the  music  of  angels,  their  raptures  revealing, 
That  you  have  been  brought  to  the  Holy  One  s  feet. 
Children  of  Zion  !  we  join  in  their  welcome  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  lie  low  at  that  blessed  retreat. 

2  Children  of  Zion  !  no  longer  in  sadness. 
Refrain  from  the  feast  that  your  Savior  hath  given  ; 
Come  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with  gladness, 
And  think  of  the  banquet  still  sweeter  in  heaven. 

Children  of  Zion  !  our  hearts  bid  you  welcome, 
To  the  church   of  the  ransom'd— the  kingdom  ot 
heaven. 

3  Children  of  Zion  !  we  joyfully  hail  you  ! 

Who've  entered  the  sheepfold,  through  Jesus,the  door, 
While  pilgrims  on  earth  though  the  foe  may  assail  you, 
Press  forward,  and  soon  will  the  conflict  be  o'er. 

Children  of  Zion  •,  Oh  welcome,  thrice  welcome  ! 

We'll  meet  where  the  foe  shall  oppress  you  no 
more. 


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L.  M. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  day: 


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2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 

0  er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine.     ' 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ! 

ris  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
Ao  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 

1  hat  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
Ao  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
J\o  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then    nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
1  ill  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ;     ' 

And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize, 

Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despise : 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

Qfi  c  M 

•^ "  Regeneration. 

C[ INKERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
^  Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
r  or  Christ  the  Savior  hath  declared, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  a^ain  " 


92  SACREB  MELODIES. 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  : 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved, — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved; 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again,  " 

4  Spirit  of  Life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  every  heart, 
That  we  are  born  ajiain. 


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LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 

Whose  mercies  never  end  ; 
Rejoice!  rejoice!   the  Lord  is  King, 
The  King  is  now  our  friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 
'  On  earthly  good  look  down, 

And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve  ; 
By  holy  purifying  hope, 

And  the  sweet  tusk  of  love. 


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5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 

The  Holy  Ghost  receive; 
And  rais'd  to  our  unsinning  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  Jive. 

6  Live  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 

And  wait  his  heav'n  to* share; 
He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home, 
Go  on,  we'll  meet  you  there. 

*/0  C.P.  M. 

ONCE  more  in  the  Redeemer's  name, 
Dear  brethren  we  have  met  again, 
To  speak,  and  pray,  and  sing ; 
Now  let  each  one  obey  the  call, 
Of  him  who  tasted  death  for  all, 
Our  everlasting  King. 

2  Since  I  was  here,  how  have  vou  done  ? 
How  have  you  walk'd,  how  have  you  run3 

Or,  like  the  eagle,  flew, 
Or  have  you  fell  in  despond's  slough  ? 
Then  look  to  him  who  sees  you  now, 

To  raise  your  minds  anew. 

3  What  kind  of  manna  have  you  had  ? 
Come  tell  me  whether  good  or  bad  ; 

The  source  from  whence  it  came  ; 
Have  you  been  fed  from  Christ  above, 
By  those  who  say  they  came  in  love, 

To  lead  along  the  lame  ? 

'  Does  union  in  your  hearts  abound, 
As  once  it  did  to  hear  the  sound, 
Of  trembling  groans  and  cries  ? 


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When  all  as  one  to  Christ  did  go, 
To  save  them  from  that  dreadful  wo, 
And  wipe  their  weeping  eyes? 

5  Christ  crucified  is  what  I  know, 
His  cause  the  reason  why  I  go, 

O'er  hills  and  valleys  through; 
'Tis  for  his  cause  I  leave  my  home, 
To  sound  his  fame,  for  this  I  roam ; 

For  this  I  come  to  you. 

6  And  while  I'm  called  to  leave  my  home, 
And  o'er  creation  wide  to  roam, 

My  friends  may  think  of  me, 
Not  knowing  what  or  how  I  do, 
While  I  am  come  to  visit  you 

And  preach  the  gospel  free. 

7  O  Jesus,  come,  fill  all  our  souls, 
May  we  all  be  like  golden  bowls, 

Around  thine  altar  strung; 
Our  cupso'erflow  with  love  sincere, 
Till  we  shall  sing  salvation  clear, 

In  everlasting  songs. 


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P.  M. 

The  Gloom  of  Autumn. 


HAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
View  with  me  th"  Autumnal  gloom  ; 
Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow, 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Brings  to  mind  the  mould'ring  urn. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  <>5 

2  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures, 

fcince  I  know  no  earthly  joy 
Long  I've  ]ost  all  earthly  pleasures, 

lime  must  youth  and  health  destroy 
1  leisures  once  I  fondly  courted, 

Shared  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows, 
tfut,  to  see  where  then  I  "sported, 

I\ow  embitters  all  my  woes. 

3  Age  and  sorrow  since  have  blasted 

Every  youthful,  pleasing  dream  : 
Quiy  ring  age,  with  youth  contrasted, 

Oh,  how  short  their  glories  seem. 
As  the  annual  frosts  arc  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees 
So  my  fne„ds  are  yearly  dropping,     ' 
Through  old  age  and  dire  disease. 
4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them 
Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind, 
But  they  ye  gone  like  leaves  in  autumn, 
wtu  nVen        0re  the  dreary  wind 
\V  hen  a  few  more  years  I've  wasted, 
When  a  few  more  springs  are  gone, 
H  hen  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 
1  shall  hve  to  die  no  more. 
5  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining 

I  must  sleep  in  death's  dark&nijrht; 
tf  ut  my  hope,  pure  and  refining, 

Kests  in  future  life  and  li<r]Jt 
Cease  this  trembling,  fearing,  sighing, 
Christ  will  burst  the  silent  tomb,  & 
I  hen  the  saints  shall  upwards  flying, 
Lise  into  immortal  bloom. 


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P.  M. 


AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  and  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  glorified  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  : 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  deliverer  come  ; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ? 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise. 
I  see  a  host  of  brethren  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O,  what  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 

If  Lord  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  to  appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  1)7 

Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  give  me  life  and  friends  again, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

"|  f\~t  7s  &<  5s. 

JLV/_£.        The  Macedonian  Cry. 

BY    AMOS    SUTTON. 

HARK  !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear, 
Hark  !  what  accents  of  despair, 
Wis  the  heathen's  dying  prayer; 
Friends  of  Jesus,  hear. 

2  Men  of  God  to  you  we  cry, 
Rests  on  you  our  tearful  eye, 
Help  us,  Christians,  or  we  die, 

Die  in  dark  despair. 

3  Hasten,  Christians,  haste  to  save, 
O'er  the  land  and  o'er  the  wave, 
Dangers,  death,  and  distance  brave, 

Hark  !  for  help  they  call. 

4  Afric  bends  her  suppliant  knee, 
Asia  spreads  her  hands  to  thee, 
Hark!  they  urge  the  heaven-horn  plea, 

Jesus  died  for  all. 

5  Haste  then,  spread  the  Savior's  name, 
Snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame, 
Deck  his  glorious  diadem 

With  their  ransom'd  souls. 

6  See  !   the  pagan  altars  fall, 
See  the  Savior  reigns  o'er  all ; 
Crown  Him  !  crown  Him  !  Lord  of  all, 

Echoes  round  the  poles. 
7 


98  SACft&D  MELODIES. 


102 


P.  M. 

Monthly  Concert  of  Prayer. 


FLY,  thou  heavenly  gospel  message> 
Fly  to  yonder  foreign  lands; 
Let  the  Savior's  promis'd  blessing, 
Reach  the  distant  heathen  bands. 

2  Go,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 

Tell  the  heathen  far  and  wide, 
Jesus  bled  to  save  lost  sinners 
Of  each  nation,  tongue  and  tribe. 

3  Then  shall  they  of  heathen  nations 

Songs  to  our  Iimnanuel  raise, 
In  the  peaceful  realms  of  glory 

Tune  their  harps  to  sing  his  praise. 

_I_vJ?£3       Missionary  Hymn. 

FROM  Greenland's  iey  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand? 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
■Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth"s  remotest  nation, 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story  ; 

And  you,  ye  waters  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  rei^n. 


104 


8—7  &  4. 


YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Must  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ! 
Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely  ! 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell  ! 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee  ! 
Can  I— can  I  say — "  Farewell  ?" 


100  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 

Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 
Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes  !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well  ! 
Far  away,  ye  billows  bear  me  ! 

Lovely  native  land,  farewell  ! 
Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Savior — 

To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 
Let  me  hasten — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell, 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 

While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 
Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land  !  Farewell,  Farewell. 


105 
B 


P.M. 


LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 


SACRED  MELODIES.  101 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransoni'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  conic  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive  : 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace; 
Ye  favored  souls  draw  near  ; 

Behold  your  Savior's  face  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

106       p.m. 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 


102  SA.CRED   MELODIES. 

Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends, 
Traveller!  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends  ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ! 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own, 

See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  . 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !   lo  !  the  prince  of  peace, 

Lo  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

JL  \)  $      The  Christian's  Hope. 

BY   AMOS   SUTTON. 

Air — "  Auld  Lang  Syne." 

"AIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one, 
Hail !  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  103 


It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given  ; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  !  though  the  northern  wintry  blast, 

Shall  howl  around  thy  cot  : 
What !  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  east  our  distant  lot. 

Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  again. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  : 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

O  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  ! 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

ins    .  .  L M- 

JLv/O     Missionary  Collection. 

BE  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  promoted; 
Let  the  earth  her  Monarch  know  ; 


104  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Be  my  all  to  thee  devoted  ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

&  With  my  substance  will  I  honor 
My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ! 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 

3  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  nation 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

1AQ  7s&5s. 

JL  \jr  oJ  For  opening  a  Conference  Meetin- 

FRIENDS,  for  whom  a  Savior  died, 
Friends,  who  have  a  heavenly  Guid( 
Welcome  here,  for  side  by  side, 

We  must  take  our  stand  : 
Now's  the  hour  for  us  to  meet, 
Girt  in  panoply  complete, 
Sharing  in  communion  sweet, 
An  immortal  band. 

2  See  ye  not  the  world  is  set, 
Hostile  to  salvation  yet; 
Heed  ye  not  the  subtle  net, 

By  the  tempter  spread  : 
Know  ye  not  the  senses  still, 
War  against  the  hallow'd  will, 
Aiming  all  the  heart  to  fill — 

Will  ye  be  misted  ? 

3  Friends,  to  holy  conflict  wake, 
Every  spell  of  ruin  break, 
Rouse  ye  for  the  Savior's  sake,' 


SACRED   MELODIES.  10" 


Can  ye  slumber  more  ? 
Arm  !  the  standard  blazes  high- 
Hark  !    'tis  Jesus'  battle  cry — 
On  !  salvation  now  is  nigh — 

Rest  forevermore  ! 


110 


C.  31. 


WHILE  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  below, 
Among  the  sons  of  men, 
He  spared  no  pains  to  let  them  know, 
They  must  be  born  again. 

2  We  all  have  broke  Jehovah's  laws, 

And  guilty  must  remain, 
Condemned  "to  all  the  pains  of  hell, 
Till  we  are  born  again. 

3  Alas  !  whate'er  good  works  we  do, 

His  favor  to  obtain, 
Thev  can't  our  sinful  hearts  renew; 
We  must  be  born  again. 

4  Were  we  baptiz'd  a  thousand  times, 

It  would  be  all  in  vain  ; 
This  cannot  wash  away  our  crimes  ; 
Wo  must  be  born  again. 

5  This  is  Jehovah's  great  decree; 

He  always  will  maintain, 
That  sinners,  such  as  you  and  me, 
Must  all  be  born  agi 

6  The  word  of  God  is  firm  and  sure, 

And  always  will  remain  ; 
Eternal  wrath  we  must  endure, 
Unless  we're  born  again. 


106  SACRED  MELODIES. 

7  There's  but  one  way  for  our  escape, 
From  everlasting  pain  ; 
And  that  is  through  the  narrow  gate, 
Of  being  born  again. 

C.  M. 

Fountain. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

"2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  1o  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save ; 
When  this  pour,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

M9  L.  M. 

job  Immanucl. 

AIL  God  the  Father,  heavenly  light — 
Hail  Christ  the  Son,  my  soul's  delight ; 


H 


SACRED  Mj-.r.onir.s.  107 

Hail  Holy  Ghost,  come  dwell  with  me, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity  ; 
Ye  glittering  orbs  around  the  skies, 
\Vh<>  speak  his  giory  as  you  rise; 
Your  silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 
Tall  mountains  that  becloud  the  skies, 
And  all  the  hills  that  round  you  rise, 
While  time  endures  yc  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 

2  Ye  trembling  seas,  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  roll  from  shore  to  shore, 
Your  thund'ring  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  power  of  Christ,  Immanuel. 

Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng, 
Through  every  land  extend  the  song, 
A  guilty  world  redeem'd  from  hell, 
By  Christ  the  Lord,  Immanuel. 
Behold  Him  leave  his  Father's  throne, 
Behold  Him  bleeding,  hear  him  groan, 
Death's  iron  chains  can  ne'er  excel 
The  strength  of  Christ,  Immanuel. 

3  Behold  Him  mount  his  ancient  seat 
With  millions  bowing  at  his  feet — 
He  conquered  all  the  powers  of  hell, 
Yes,  glory  to  Immanuel. 

His  fame  shall  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
While  glory  Bows  from  soul  to  soul, 
The  gospel  sound  goes  forth  to  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 
While  I  am  singing  of  his  fame, 
1\\  soul  begins  to  feel  the  flame  ; 


108  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Though  full  of  love,  I  ne'er  can  tell 
The  beauty  of  Immanuel. 
4  We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  the  nations  gathering  round, 
While  angels  shout,  the  saints  shall  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 
Then  thousand  thousands  in  the  throng, 
Ten  thousand  thousands  join  the  song, 
"  He  sav'd  us  from  a  burning  hell, 
Glory  to  God,  Immanuel." 
My  soul  transported  with  his  charms, 
I  long  to  dwell  in  Jesus'  arms. 
My  loving  brethren,  all  farewell ; 
I  go  to  meet  Immanuel. 

nO  C.  M. 

^3  Brotherly  Love. 

BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 
That  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we'll  go  ; 

And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 

And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  ofthe  Savior's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time  nor  place, 
Nor  life  nor  death  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  Christians  part  no  more. 


114 


SACRED    MELODIES.  109 


Lie 


"j\TID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
-*-"-■-  How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  iu  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  Home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace  ! 
And  thrice  blessed  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease  ! 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  my  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  Avith  thee, 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my*  day, 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  h>pe  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  denyest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Supply  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home, 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  to  glory  my  home. 


115 

H 


C.  M. 


\RK !  listen  to  the  trumpeters, 
They  call  for  volunteers, 


]10  SACRED  MELODIES. 

On  Zion's  bright  and  holy  mount, 
Behold  the  officers. 

2  Their  horses  white,  their  armor  bright, 

With  courage  bold  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  the  fight, 
To  march  to  Canaan's  land. 

3  They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  in  his  own  blood, 
King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

Tliey  drive  the  hosts  of  hell  : 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  t'  adore, 
The  great  Emmanuel ! 

5  Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

The  eternal  Son  of  God  ; 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 
Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

6  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh  ; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth  and  sky. 

7  In  fiery  chariots  we  shall  rise, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire  : 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 
And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

i_  JL  \y      Gazing  on  the  Cross. 


s 


<  WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 


SACRKI)   MELODIES.  J  11 

Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  rny  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  neeil  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing; 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 

117 

ARISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come, 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  ; 
The  trumpet's  thund'ring  through  the  sky 

To  set  poor  sinners  free  ;. 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  Jubilee. 
2  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear  ; 
All  tongues,  all  languages,  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
While  Gabriel  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 


112  SACRED  MELODIES. 

3  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  blown  no  more  : 
The  watchmen  have  all  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

4  Come  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  joined  in  one  : 
Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  ; 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling,  bid  you  come  ; 
Whilst  angels  beckon  you  away, 

To  your  eternal  home. 

5  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 
While  friends  stand  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

6  O  Christians  !  are  you  ready  now, 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  a  smiling  God  ? 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  113 


P.  M. 


MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David, 
Thus  blind  Bnrtimeus  pray'd; 
Many  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 
O  wilt  thou  vouchsafe  thine  aid  ! 

2  Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Turn  my  darkness  into  day  ; 
Straight  he  saw,  and  drawn  by  kindness, 
Follow  d  Jesus  in  the  way, 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Savior  I  have  found. 

4  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me; 

Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

1  1  Q  p- M 

lli7      Tlte  Way  to  Heaven. 

ALL'D  to  a  sense  of  duty, 
I  would  obey  the  call ; 
And  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

I  freely  give  up  all, 
My  former  vain  enjoyments, 

Of  pleasure,  pride,  and  gain; 
That  I  in  Jesus'  kingdom 
A  mansion  may  obtain. 

2  Come,  who  will  travel  with  me, 
The  way  thai  leads  to  heav'n  ? 

8 


c 


114  SACRED  MELODIES. 

And  follow  none  but  Jesus, 

The  way  which  he  hath  giv'n.: 

And  take  his  word  for  counsel, 
His  spirit  for  a  guide; 

And  make  a  full  surrender 
Of  ev'ry  thing  beside. 

3  Come  on,  my  precious  brethren, 

And  travel  on  with  me ; 
We'll  seek  for  heav'nly  treasure, 

Until  we  find  the  sea, 
Of  sweet  unbounded  riches 

Of  life,  and  love  and  peace  :. 
Where  beauty  never  withers, 

And  glories  never  cease. 

4  What  though  the  world  reproach  us,, 

And  say  we're  mean  and  poor  ; 
No  matter  what  we  suffer, 

If  we  can  reach  the  shore  : 
'T  will  make  the  glory  sweeter, 

And  raise  the  praises  higher  ; 
And  we  shall  be  completer, 

When  purified  by  fire. 

i  on      . c- M- 

JL  ^  \J  The  Spiritual  Coronation. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small  ! 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  115 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


121 


P.M. 

STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 
Before  you  farther  go, 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeanct;  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

CHORUS. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 

Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  his  judgment  will  proclaim — 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 


116  SACRED  MELODIES. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  dye  : 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply? 

4  Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Though  they  now  despise  his  grace; 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know  ; 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died ; 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 

For  Jesus'  sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  &c. 


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jXcw  Year. 

Tune — Benevento. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  117 

Fix od  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  swiftest  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past,  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  : 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Savior's  love  ; 
Then  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

We  shall  dwell  with  thee  above. 


123 


88. 

Why  will  yc  die  ? 

Tune — Benevento. 


SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Maker,  asks  you  wliv; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 


118  SACRED  MELODIES. 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Christ  your  Savior,  asks  you  whv  ; 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long  sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

JS_^d4t  Eden  of  Love. 

TIOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me, 
-*■*  In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest ; 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet  me, 

And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's   sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 

And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of  Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  shall  raise  : 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden  of  Love. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  110 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state  !  Hail  ye  songsters  of  glory  ! 

Ye  harpers  of  hliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above  ! 
And  join  your  fllll  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus'  love:" 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibatiou, 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation  -. 

My  heart's  now  In  heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


125 


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SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending- 
View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Now  poor  sinner,  now,  lamenting, 
Stand  an4  hear  thy  awful  doom — 

Trumpets  call  thee  ; 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Savior, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 
O,  that  I  had  sought  Jiis  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move — 

Golden  momeRts, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move  ! 

4  Now  despisers,  look  and  wonder  ; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part: 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart! 

Lost  forever, — 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !' 


120  SACRED  MELODIES. 


126 


L.  M. 


AWAKE  my  soul  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  free  ! 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
He  sav'dme  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  great! 

Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 
His  loving-hindness,  oh  how  strong! 
When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He,  near  my  soul,  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  good  ! 
Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart  ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 
Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail "; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 


127 


C.  M. 


OME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all  with  one  accord, 


SACRKD   MELODIES.  121 

In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power) 

His  name  to  glorify  : 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now  ! 


128 


P.  M 


O  CARELESS  sinner  come, 
Pray  now  attend  ; 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 

It  soon  will  end. 
Jehovah  calls  aloud, 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd  ; 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 
And  happy  be. 

2  No  happiness  you'll  find, 

While  thus  you  go  ; 
No  peace  unto  your  mind, 

But  pain  and  wo 
Attend  you  every  day, 
While  far  from  God  you  stray  ; 


122  SACRED   MELODIES. 

O  sinner  come  away, 
And  ever  live. 

3  How  many  calls  you've  had, 

1  call  again, 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin  ; 
As  to  refuse  that  voice 
Which  calls  you  to  rejoice, 
In  making  heaven  your  choice, 

And  shunning  hell  ? 

4  Nor  do  I  call  alone  ; 

The  Savior  too, 
E'en  with  his  dying  groan, 

Cries,  bid  adieu 
To  all  your  lovers  now, 
And  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how 

To  live  anew. 

5  But  if  you  will  refuse, 

Down,  down  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  choose 

The  road  to  wo; 
Alas,  how  can  you  slight 
The  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
And  sink  in  endless  night, 

Where  silence  reigns? 

6  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 

With  aching  heart, 
And  in  deep  sorrow,  tell 

That  we  must  part, 
While  on  to  heaven  we  go, 
And  you  are  bound  to  wo  ; 


S ACHED  MELODIES.  123 

Alas  !  it  must  be  so, 
If  you  rebel. 

7  I  look-  on  you  again, 

And  hoping,  say, 
Why  wont  you  leave  your  sin, 

And  come  away 
From  satan's  cruel  power, 
And  live  forever  more, 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour 

That  life  begun  ? 

8  All  hail  !  welcome  then 

Your  happy  flight 
From  Kedar's  tents  of  sin, 

To  glory  bright; 
We'll  travel  on  with  you, 
And  bid  this  world  adieu, 
And  endless  joys  pursue, 

Till  all  is  ours. 

9  There  we  will  range  around 

The  blissful  plains, 
Where  pleasure  has  no  bound, 

And  glorv  reigns; 
We'll  fall  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Where  joys  are  all  complete, 
And  blissful  raptures  meet, 

Forevermore. 


129 


C.  M. 

LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 


124  SACRED   MELODIES. 

2  But,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O,  may  thy  precious  presence  still, 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love ; 
Till  we  before  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  forever  fly  ; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 


130 


8s  &  7s. 


HAIL  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail !  thou  everlasting  King  ; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  redeem  us  ! 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail !   thou  agonizing  Savior, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor  ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  ; 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven; 

Peace  is  made  'iwixtman  and  God. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  125 

3  Jesus,  Huil  !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side; 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare, 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Brinir  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Savior's  merits; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


131 


S.  M. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age  ; 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  amount  to  <rive  ! 


126  SACRED  MELODIES. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


132 


L.  M. 

Missions. 


MILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound; 
Lord,  send  it  forth  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell ; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart, 
A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

Lord  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share  ; 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 


133 


C.  M. 

OFOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 
That  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ! 
That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3  Savior,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin  the  deep  distress; 


SACRED   MELODIES.  127 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

O,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above  ; 

Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


134 


P.  M. 


WHEN  sorrows  encompass  around, 
And  deepest  distresses  I  see; 
Astonish'd  I  cried  can  a  mortal  be  found, 
That's  surrounded  with  trouble  like  mc. 

2  Few  moments  of  peace  I  enjoy, 

And  they  are  succeeded  by  pain, 
If  a  moment  of  praising  my  God  I  enjoy, 
I  have  hours  again  to  complain. 

3  O  when  will  my  sorrows  be  o'er, 

O  when  will  my  sufferings  cease, 

0  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  be  convey'd 
To  mansions  of  glory  in  peace. 

4  If  souls  disembodied  could  know, 

Or  visit  their  brother  beneath  ; 

1  hope  I  shall  join  you  as  shouting  you  go, 
After  lying  my  corpse  in  the  earth. 

5  May  no  sorrows  be  vented  that  day, 

When  Jesus  has  called  me  home  ; 
But  with  singing  and  shouting  let  each 
brother  say, 
He  has  gone  from  the  evil  to  come. 


128 


SACRED   MELODIES 


6  My  spirit  to  glory  convey'd, 

My  body  laid  low  in  the  ground  ; 
I  wish  not  a  tear  on  my  grave  to  be  shed, 
But  all  join  in  praising  around. 

7  O  when  with  the  fullness  of  love, 

I  then  like  an  angel  shall  sing  ; 
Till  Christ  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from 
above, 
And  make  all  creation  to  sing. 

8  Our  slumbering  bodies  obey  ; 

And  quicker  than  thought  can  arise; 

Remov'd  in  a  moment  go  shouting  away, 

To  the  mansions  above  in  the  skies. 


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's  &4s 


GUIDE  me,  oh  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand ; 

Bread  of  heaven 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  firey,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliverer  ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  Deatb,  and  hell's  destruction, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  120 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises — 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


136 


C.  31. 


THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides 

And  never  withering  flowers  ; 

Death  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

"While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ; — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Could  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
9 


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137 


C.  M. 

Night  Thought. 


HOW  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing, 
And  all  the  saints  on  high 
Cry  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
The  Lamb  that  once  did  die  ? 

2  For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 

Or  all  the  heav'nly  host, 
Have  greatest  cause  with  humble  sou} 
To  love  and  praise  him  most. 

3  Did  God  the  Father  love  men  so, 

As  to  bestow  his  Son 
A  ransom,  sinners  to  redeem, 
And  save  from  wrath  to  come  I 

4  No  longer  then  will  I  lie  here^ 

But  rise  to  praise  and  pray  : 

And  join  to  sing,  while  I  enjoy 

A  glimpse  of  heavenly  day. 


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C.  M. 


LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 


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3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  may  you  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
In  streams  that  never  thy. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day, 
Lord,  we  arc  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


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CM. 


FAREWELL  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
Your  glories  I  despise  ; 
Your  friendship  I'll  no  more  pursue, 
Your  rlait'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain, 

Nor  can  you  satisfy  ; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Indies  east  and  west, 

And  riches  of  the  sea  ; 
Without  my  God  1  could  not  rest, 
For  he  is  all  to  me. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above, 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing, 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 


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SACRED   MELODIES. 


XtcU         Parting  of  Friends. 

WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 

Oft  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnish'd  locks  are  gray, 
Thin'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep,  and  ivy  twine, 
Long  may  this  loved  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

P.  M. 
The  Christian  Sailor. 

THE  people  called  Christians 
Have  many  things  they  tell, 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

About  the  land  Off  Canaan, 
Wheie  s, lints  and  angels  dwell; 
But  s'm  a  dreadful  ocean, 
Encloses  tlicin  around 
With  its  tide  still  divides  them 
From  Canaan's  happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient 
To  find  a  passage  through, 
And  with  united  vigor 

Have  tried  what  they  could  do  ; 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill 
Have  never  sailed  far, 
Till  we  found  thorn  aground 
On  sonic  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  gospel 

lias  launch'd  to  th'  deep  at  last; 
Behold  her  sails  extended 
Around  her  towering  mast; 
Along  her  deck  in  order, 
Her  joyful  sailors  stand, 
Crying,  "  O,  here  we  go 
"To  Immauuel's  happy  land  ?" 

4  To  all  that  stancfspectai 
What  anguish  will  ensue, 

To  hear  their  old  companions, 
Bid  them  a  long  adieu  : 
The  pleasure  of  your  paradise 
Can  us  no  more  invite, 
While  we  sail,  you  may  rail, 
But  we'll  soon  be  out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 
We  bid  this  world  farewell  ; 


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And  where  we  shall  cast  anchor 
No  human  tongue  can  tell : 
About  our  future  destiny 
There  needs  no  more  debate, 
While  we  ride,  on  the  tide, 
With  the  Captain  and  his  Mate. 

6  The  passengers  united, 
In  order,  peace  and  love  ; 
The  wind  all  in  our  favor, 
How  sweetly  we  do  move  ; 
The  tempest  now  assails  us, 
The  raging  billows  roar; 
We  will  sweep  through  the  deep, 
Till  we  reach  that  blessed  shore. 

L.  M. 

The  Parting  Hand. 

MY  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

Your  company's  sweet,  your  union's  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear; 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'daway,  " 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray ; 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind; 


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But  duty  makes  me  understand 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

i>  Then  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
\\  c  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

G  Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on,  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  are  known  no  more. 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  falling  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears ; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

S  Ye  mourning  souls  in  sore  surprise, 
Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries  ; 
O  trust  his  grace,  and  in  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

'J  My  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
Have  faith  in  Christ  and  you'll  be  strong; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you'll  all  remember  me, 
If  here  my  face  you  no  more  see, 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O  glorious  day  !   O  blessed  hope, 

My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


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U  Q  L  M-. 

JL  :§:  ?_J  Tranquility. 

AWAY  my  doubts,  be  gone  my  fear, 
Tlie  wonders  of  the  Lord  appear, 
The  wonders  which  my  Savior  wrought, 
O  how  delightful  is  the  thought ! 

2  The  wonders  of  redeeming  love, 
When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above, 
When  first  I  saw  my  Savior's  face, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

3  Pursue  my  thoughts  this  pleasing  theme, 
'Twas  not  a  fancy  nor  a  dream  ; 

'Tvvas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
And  shall  be  marv'lous  in  my  eyes. 

4  Long  had  I  mourn'd  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought, 
Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 

And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 

5  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chang'd  my  dress, 
And  cloth'dme  with  his  righteousness; 
He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  I  rejoie'd  as  if  in  heaven. 

6  How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise, 
While  glory  shone  before  my  eyes  ! 
How  did  I  sing  from  day  to  day, 

And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away  ! 

7  The  world  with  all  its  pomp  withdrew, 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  in  my  view; 
Redeeming  grace  was  all  my  theme, 
And  life  ftppear'd  an  idle  dream. 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

8  I  glori'd  in  otjr Savior's  grace; 

I  sun::  nay  greal  Redeemer's  praise; 
My  soul  now  tong'd  to  soar  away, 
And  leave  hertenement  of  play. 

9  The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combin'd, 
To  tempi  or  interrupt  my  mind, 

1  saw  and  sung  in  joyful  strains, 
The  monster satan  held  in  chains. 

10  These  arc  the  wonders  I  record, 
The  marv'loug  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
O  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  prais   . 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace. 


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144 


P.  M. 

COME  saints  and  banish  every  fear  ; 
The  Lord  has  come  I  feel  him  here 
He's  come  our  drooping  souls  to  cheer  ; 
It  makes  my  heart  rejoice  : 
For  I  have  made  the  choice 
To  lift  my  feeble  voice, 
And  tune  my  lays 
To  sing  his  praise, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
God's  children  here  1  love  to  greet, 
And  cast  my  trophies  at  his  fi  et, 
And  all  my  Savior's  praise  repeat: 
More  precious  :tis  than  gold. 
His  love  is  never  cold  ; 
The  story  ne'er  grows  old  : 
'Tis  growing  new 
To  me  and  you, 
The  oft'ner  it  is  told. 


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3  Amen,  methinks  I  hear  you  say  ; 
Our  hearts  rejoice  from  day  Jo  day, 

,     While  up  to  heaven  we  wend  our  way, 
We  shout  as  we  ascend. 
And  soon  we  do  intend 
To  see  our  journey's  end, 

And  join  the  choir, 

And  sweep  the  lyre, 
And  there  our  voices  blend. 

4  O  !  what  a  glorious  day  'twill  be, 
When  we  each  other's  faces  see, 
And  join  that  glorious  company 

Where  fruits  celestial  grow. 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Where  pleasures  ever  flow. 

The  praise  we'll  sing 

Of  Christ  our  king, 
Who  ransomed  us  from  wo. 


lis. 
On  the  death  of  a  Young  Woman. 


145 

f\  HARK  my  gay  friends  to  the  melancholy  sound, 
"  Death's  arrows  relentless  are  flying  around ; 
And  one  of  your  number,  a  youth  in  her  bloom, 
Is  taken  by  death  and  laid  low  in  the  tomb. 

2  Though  when  she  was  here,  she  was  blooming  &  gay, 
Yet  now  she  is  called  for,  and  taken  away. 

How  little  she  thought,  to  be, summoned  so  soon 
Or  that  her  bright  sun,  would  be  darkened  e'er  noon. 

3  Altho'  she  is  dead,  she  is  speaking  to  you, 
Her  language  is  this,  "  Bid  your  follies  adieu, 
Seek  God  and  prepare,  for  the  last  dreadful  strife, 
That  you  may  be  saved,  in  the  regions  of  life." 

4  And  now  she  is  dead,  she  will  soon  be  forgot, 
Her  friends  and  relations  remember  her  not ; 


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Their  sighs  will  be  hushed,and  their  tears  wiped  away, 

While  her  body  lies  mouldering  and  turning  to  clay. 

5  Now  lure  she  must  lie.  till  the  resurrection  morn, 
When  an  immortal  body,  her  soul  will  adorn  ; 
Though  her  dust  is  reposing,  beneath  the  cold  clod, 
JIl  i  spirit  seems  whispering,"  prepare  to  meet  God." 

G  She's  gone  Gram  this  world,  and  invites  you  to  come, 
Go  read  the  inscription,  engraved  on  her  tomb; 
Go  down  to  the  grave-yard,  go  learn  you  with  care- 
Important  the  lesson — "  I  too  must  lie  there." 


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P.  M. 


WHEN  for  the  eternal  world  I  steer, 
The  seas  are  calm,  the  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
The  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
My  soul— tor  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings — 
Vain  world  adieu. 

2  With  cheerful  hope  my  eye-  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 
The  trees  of  life  and  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets  and  crystal  streams, 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world  adieu. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand, 
With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail. 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vale, 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings — 

On  Canaan's  shore. 


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147 
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C.  M. 

TELL  me  where  the  dove  is  flown 
To  build  her  downy  nest, 
And  I  will  search  the  world  around 
To  win  her  to  my  breast. 

2  I  sought  her  in  the  rosy  bower 

Where  pleasure  holds  her  reign  ; 
Where  fancy  flies  from  flower  to  flower, 
But  there  I  sought  in  tain. 

3  I  sought  her  in  the  bower  of  love, 

I  knew  her  tender  heart; 
But  she  had  flown — that  peaceful  dove 
Had  felt  the  traitor's  dart. 

4  Upon  ambition's  craggy  hill 

I  thought  this  bird  might  stray, 
And  there  I  sought,  but  vainly  still ; 
She  never  flew  that  way. 

5  Faith  smiled  and  shed  the  tender  tear 

To  see  me  search  around, 
And  whispered  "  I  can  tell  thee  where 
The  dove  may  yet  be  found. 

6  In  meek  religion's  humble,  cot 

She  built  her  downy  nest : 
Go,  seek  that  sweet  secluded  spot 
And  win  her  to  thy  breast." 

C.  SI. 

YE  burden'd  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 
You  need  not  be  afraid  : 


s  LCRED   M  l.l  0D1BS.  141 

He  loves  to  hear  poor  sinners  cry, 
He  loves  to  hear  them  plead. 

2  Ye  humble  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 

'Tis  he  who  made  you  see 
Your  wretched,  ruin'd,  helpless  state — 
Your  guilt  and  miser)-. 

3  Christ  is  a  friend  to  mourning  souls, 

Then  why  should  you  despair, 
Since  Saul  and  Mary  Magdalene 
Found  grace  and  mercy  here. 


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CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King; 
As  ye  journey,  s  welly  sing; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 


Victory  !   O  Victory  ! 
When  we  gain  the  victory. 
O  how  happy  we  shall  be 
When  we  gain  the  victory. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home,'  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  lathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made — 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes  ; 
Brother  to  our  soul  becomes. 


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4  Shout,  ye  little  floek,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bid's  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


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P.  M. 


SINNER,  hear  the  Savior  call ; 
He  now  is  passing  by  : 
He  hath  seen  thy  grievous  thrall 

And  heard  thy  mournful  cry. 
He  hath  pardon  to  impart, 

Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears 
See  what  love  hath  filled  his  heart 
And  wipe  away  thy  tears. 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come 

And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 

Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face. 
Wilt  thou  fear  Irr.manuel  ? 

Wilt  thou  fear  the  Lamb  of  God  ? 
He  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 

Has  spilt  his  precious  blood. 


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3  Mark,  liow  on  the  cross  lie  hung, 

Pierced  with  a  thousand  wounds  ! 
Hark  !   from  each,  as  with  a  tongue, 

The  voice  of  pardon  sounds. 
See  from  all  his  bursting  veins, 

Blood  of  wondrous  virtue  flow; 
Shed  to  wash  away  thy  stains  ; 
And  ransom  thee  from  wo. 

4  Though  his  majesty  is  great, 

His  mercies  are  no  less  : 
Though  he  thy  transgression  hate 

He  feels  for  thy  distress. 
Bv  himself  the  Lord  hath  sworn 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death, 
But  invites  thee  to  return, 

That  thou  mayest  live  by  faith. 

5  Raise  thy  downeast  eyes  and  see 

What  throngs  the  throne  surround  ; 
They,  though  sinners  once  like  thee, 

Have  full  salvation  found. 
Yield  not  then  to  unbelief, 

While  he  says  there  yet  is  room  : 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief 

Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  come. 


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P.  M. 


RELIGION  is  a  most  glorious  treasure, 
The  purchase  of  a  Savior's  love  ; 
It  fills  the  soul  with  unbounded  pleasure, 

And  lifts  the  heart  to  things  above. 
It  sooths  our  fears  and  gives  consolation  : 
It  smooths  the  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea. 


J44  SACRED   MELODIES. 

'Tis  gentle  goodness  and  humble  patience  ; 
This  heavenly  treasure  mine  shall  be. 

2  How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory, 

This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show  ; 
Its  vain  delight  and  delusive  glory; 

I'd  gladly  leave  them  all  below. 
But  pure  religion  will  last  forever, 

And  strengthen'dmy  glad  heart  shall  be: 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling 

This  heavenly  treasure  mine  shall  be. 

3  This  earthly  temple  is  now  dissolving 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er,     [ing, 
These  earthly  cares  and  these  scenes  revolv- 

Will  pain  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more. 
But  grace  and  heaven  shall  be  my  story, 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauty  see  ; 
'Tis  meekness,  goodness  and  life  and  glory; 

This  heavenly  treasure  mine  shall  be. 


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Part  1st 


I  CALL  to  my  remembrance 
My  former  happy  days  : 
My  days  were  spent  in  pleasure, 

My  nights  in  prayer  and  praise  ; 
But  since  I've  lost  my  Savior, 

I  rove  in  sin's  domain  : 
Alas  !  I  am  abandoned  ;  • 

He  will  not  come  again. 

Like  Jonah,  I  have  fled  from 
The  presence  of  the  Lord. 
Like  Peter  I've  denied  him 


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And  trampled  on  his  word. 
Like  Judas  i  have  sold  him 

For  a  little  sordid  gain. 
But  now  I'd  leave  my  treasure, 

Might  I  my  Christ  obtain. 

I  wandered  from  Jerusalem 

Down  near  to  Jericho, 
I  fell  among  the  robbers, 

I  tasted  grief  and  wo  ; 
I'm  wounded  and  I'm  bruised, 

My  garments  deeply  stained  : 
I'm  poor,  distrest  and  weary  ; 

How  can  I  come  again  ? 

I  am  a  mourning  captive, 

In  far  Assyrian  lands; 
I  weep  beneath  the  willows, 

I  mourn  upon  the  strand. 
I  feel  the  howling  tempest, 

My  heart  is  sorely  pained  ; 
I'm  poor,  despised  and  needy  ; 

I  dare  not  come  again. 
I  hear  the  songs  of  Zion, 

But  cannot  sing  them  now; 
My  harp  untuned  is  hanging 

Upon  the  yielding  bough  : 
God's  people  long  have  mourned  me, 

As  one  that  had  been  slain  : 
I'm  lost  !  I'm  lost  forever ; 

I  cannot  come  again. 
Part.  2d. 
Hark  !  listen  to  the  Savior's  voice, 

'Tis  merrv  from  the  Rkir^  ; 
10 


10  SACRED   MELODIES. 

He'll  make  thy  mourning  heart  rejoice, 

He  calls  thee  to  arise. 
Present  to  him  thy  offering, 

Thy  suit  he'll  not  disdain  ; 

0  come  backsliding  sinner, 
He  bids  thee  come  again. 

2  I  saved  apostate  Jonah 

Amidst  the  foaming  flood  ; 

1  pardoned  trembling  Peter, 

When  he  returned  to  God  ; 
I  am  the  good  Samaritan, 

I'll  soothe  thy  every  pain  ; 
So  come  backsliding  sinner, 

For  thou  mayest  come  again. 

3  To  liberate  the  captive, 

My  mercy  cannot  Tail ; 
I  rescued  Paul  and  Silas 

When  they  were  bound  in  jail ; 
I  broke  death's  iron  slumbers 

In  Bethany  and  Nain  ; 
Dismiss  your  doubts  and  troubles, 

For  thou  mayest  come  again. 

4  I'll  press  thee  to  my  bosom, 

I'll  fill  thee  with  my  love ; 
I'll  heal  all  thy  backslidings, 

With  balsam  from  above  : 
I've  pledged  my  oath  and  promise 

That  none  shall  come  in  vain  : 
Rejoice  backsliding  sinner, 

The  Lord  is  thine  again. 

5  How  faithful  to  his  promise 

The  Lord  has  been  to  me  ; 


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He's  cleansed  my  filthy  garments, 

From  every  stain  I'm  free  : 
I'll  shout  loud  hallelujahs, 

I'll  sing  in  highest  strains, 
My  heart  is  filled  with  rapture, 


153 


\A7  ILL  you  come,  to  the  cross  I  have  died  on  for  you, 
*  »    To  save  you  from  death,   which  was  justly  your 

due  ? 
Say,  will  you— will  you— will  you— will  you  come  to 

the  cross  ? 

2  And  while  at  my  feet  in  contrition  you  lie, 
I'll  hush  with  ni\  love  every  penitent  sigh. 

Say,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you   take  up 
the.  cross  ? 

3  'Tis  your  Savior  that  calls,  'tis  your   God   that   im- 

plores 
You  sinners  to  turn  and  be  sinners  no  more. 
Say,  will  you — will   you — will   you — will   you  turn 

and  be  free  f 

4  Be  free  from  the  world,  its  temptation  and  care, 
And  take  up  the  cr.>ss  ?  it  is  easy  to  bear. 

Say,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you  take  up 
"the  cross  ? 

5  'Twill  be  feet  for  the  lame  and  support  for  the  frail, 
And  a  weapon  of  war,  when  thy  foes  shall  assail. 
Say,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you  take  up 

the  cross  ? 

6  I've  a  mansion  prepared  for  the  poor  and  distress'd, 
Where  the  thief  enters  not  and  the  weary  lind  rest. 
Suy,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you   dwell 

with  me  there  ? 

7  Sinner,  take  up  the  cross  :  in  that  heavenly  land 
I've  a  crown  for  thy  head  and  a  palm  for  thy  hand. 
Say,  will  you— will  you— will   you— will   you   reiorn 

with  me  there  r 


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154 


A  LITTLE  while  longer  here  below, 
A  little  while  longer  here  below, 
A  little  while  longer  here  below, 
And  home  to  glory  we  shall  go. 

CHORUS. 

For  I'm  happy  now  and  1  shall  be  then, 
If  I  hold  out  to  my  journey's  end. 

2  Come  brethren  will  you  meet  me  there,  &c. 
And  in  God's  Kingdom  have  a  share. 

3  Come  sisters  will  you  meet  me  there,  &c. 
And  in  God's  Kingdom  have  a  share? 

4  Come  sinners  will  you  meet  me  there,  &c. 
And  in  God's  Kingdom  have  a  share  ? 

5  Backsliders  will  you  meet  me  there,  &c. 
And  in  God's  Kingdom  have  a  share  ? 

6  By  the  grace  of  God  I'll  meet  you  there,  &c. 
And  in  God's  Kingdom  have  a  share. 

7  If  you  get  there  before  I  do,  &c. 
Then  look  ye  out,  for  I'm  coming  too. 

8  If  I  get  there  before  you  do,  &c. 

I'll  be  on  my  watch  and  look  out  for  you. 


155 


Invitation. 

We're  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above— Will  you 
go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love— Will  you  go  ?  Will 


SACRED  MEL8DIEB.  14(J 

Millions  have  reached  this  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
And  millions   now   are   on  the  road — Will  you  go? 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see   the    bleeding   Lamb, — Will  you 

go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to   praise  his  name, — Will  you 
go  ?   Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys   of  Heaven  we'll  share  !     Will   you 
go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 

3  We're  going  to  join  the  Heavenly   Choir, — Will  you 

go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, — Will  you  go  t 
Will  you  go  ? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing, 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, — Will  you  go  ? 
Will  you  go  ? 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  come,— Will  you  go  ?    Will 

you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, — Will  you  go  ? 
Will  you  go  ? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe. 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience    ease, — Come   be- 
lieve, O  believe  ! 

5  The  way  to  Heaven   is   free  for  all, — Will   you  go  ? 

Will  you  go  ? 
For  .Tew  and  Gentile — great  and  small, — Will  you  go  ? 
Will  you  go  ? 
Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 
With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 
And  now  for  glory  make  a  start, — Come  away  !  Come 
away  ! 

6  The  way  to  Heaven    is   strait  and   plain, — Will   you 

go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be.  born  again,— Will  you  go  ?    Will 
you  go  ? 


150  SACRED   MELODIES. 

The  Savior  cries  aloud  for  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me," 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see,— Come  to  me  ! 
Come  to  me  ! 

7  O,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say,— I  will   go  !     I  will 
go  ! 
I'll  start  this   moment,   clear  the  way,— Let  me  go  ! 
Let  me  go ! 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to    dwell,— Let  me  go  ! 
Fare  you  well  ! 


156 


P.  M. 


OST AGGER  not  through  unbelief- 
Through  unbelief— through  unbelief— 
O  stagger  not  through  unbelief 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word — 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word — 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 
O  stagger  not  through  unbelief— 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 

2  'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  cleanses  you,  &c. 

As  soon  as  you  believe,  &c. 

3  Then  cast  your  souls  on  Jesus'  blood,  &c. 

'Twill  wash  you  white  as  snow,  &c. 

4  He  saves  me  now,  I  do  believe,  &c. 

O  bless  his  lovely  name,  &c. 

5  O  death  to  me  has  lost  its  sting,  &c. 

For  I've  Jesus  in  my  soul,  &c. 

6  O  that  will  be  most  joyful,  &c. 

To  meet  to  uart  no  more— 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


151 


To  meet  to  part  no  more — 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
And  ghoul  loud  hallelujahs  with 
The  saints  who've  "one  be-fore. 


157 


L.  M.    Double. 
Ye  have  done  it  unto  me.  Matt.  25:40. 


A    POOH  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
J\.  Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  "  nay  :" 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came, 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered  ;  not  a  word  he  spake  ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread  ; 

I  gave  him  all :  he  blessed  it,  brake, 
And  ate, — but  gave  me  part  again. 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then, 
For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from   the  rock ;  his   strength   was 
gone; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on  : 
I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipt,  and  returned  it  running  o'er; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 


]52  SACRED  MELODIES. 

4  'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out;  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof; 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest ; 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway-side; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  healed; 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed  ; 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  'midst  shame  and  scorn: 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked,  if  I  for  him  would  die; 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will." 

7  Then,  in  a  moment  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  darted  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew, 

My  Savior  stood  before  mine  eyes  : 
He  spake  ;  and  my  poor  name  he  named  ; 
"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  :" 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be? 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me. 


158 
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SACRED   MELODIES.  153 


The  Savior's  Call. 


OUSE  ye  at  the  Savior's  call  ! 
Sinners  rouse  ye  one  and  all ; 
Wake  !  or  soon  your  souls  will  fall, 
Fall  in  deep  despair. 
Wo  to  him  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to-day  ; 

Come  O  sinner,  while  you  may, 
Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

lizard  ye  not  the  Savior  cry  ? 
"  Turn,  O  turn,  why  will  you  die  !" 
And  in  keenest  agony, 

Mourn  too  late  your  doom  ! 
Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on  ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone, 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon, 
To  sink  you  in  the  tomb  1 

By  the  Savior's  bleeding  love, 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 

Let  these  words  your  spirits  move  ; 
Quick  to  Jesus  fly  ! 
Come  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
Haste  !  escape  Jehovah's  wrath, 
Fly  !  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
Soon,  O  soon  you'll  die. 


159 


P.  M. 


OME  brothers,  will  you  go  along  with  me 
For  to  seek  a  happy  home, 


154  SAXKED   MELODIES. 

And  you'll  die  in  the  arms  of  Jesus  ; 

0  to  list  in  the  field  of  battle, 
Fight  in  the  field  of  battle, 
Die  in  tbe  field  of  battle, 

Glory  in  our  souls. 

2  Come  sisters,  will  you  go  along  with  me,  &c. 

3  Come  sinners,will  you  go  along  with  me,  &c. 

4  Backsliders  will  you  go  along  with  me,  &c. 

C.  M. 

The  Land  of  Rest. 

OLAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  moments  come, 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful,  sheltering  dome, 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 

And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  the  field, 

Where  foes  in  fury  roam, 
But  ah,  my  passport  was  not  sealed, 

1  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  viewed  the  gaping  tomb, 


SJLC RED  MV.r.iiDU'.S.  l->-> 

Although  I  dread  death's  shilling  tide, 

*  Y.'t  still  I  sighed  for  Dome. 
G  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 
This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


101 


P.  M. 

THIS  night  my  soul  lias  caught  new  fire, 
*  Halle  hallelujah! 
I  feel  that  heaven  is  drawing  nigher, 
Glory  Hallelujah  ! 
I  Ions  to  drop  this  cumbrous  clay, 

Halle  hallelujah, 
And  shout  with  saints  in  endless  day, 
Glory  Hallelujah  ! 

CHORUS. 

Shout,  shout,  we  are  fining  ground, 
Halle  hallelujah  ! 

Satan's  kingdom  's  tumbling  down, 
Glory  Hallelujah  ! 

2  When  Christians  pray  the  devil  runs, 
And  leaves  the  field  to  Zion's  sons  ; 
One  praying  soul  will  put  to  flight, 
Ten  thousand  blust'ring  sons  of  night. 

3  Ye  little  Samsons  up  and  fight, 
Put  the  Philistian  host  to  flight  ; 

The  troops  of  hell  are  must'ring  round, 
But  Zion's  sons, — maintain  your  ground. 

4  The  heavenly  flame  is  now  begun 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  will  he  won, 


156  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Some  foes  are  wounded,  others  fell, 
The  Lord  is  saving  souls  from  hell. 

5  See  Gideon  marching  out  to  fight, 
He  hud  no  weapon  but  a  light, 
He  took  his  pitcher  and  his  lamp, 

And  storm'd  with  these  the  Midian's  cam] 

6  Our  conflicts  here  will  soon  be  past, 
When  satan  into  hell  is  cast; 
Then  we  shall  lay  our  armor  by, 
And  shout  the  vict'ry  thro'  the  sky. 


162 


C.  M. 

LORD  !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Then  to  thine  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight, 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  they  who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall'see  their  hopes  fulfilled; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favor  as  a  shield. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  truth  and  grace  ; 


s  LCRBO  MELODIES.  157 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


L63 


Cm 


TOGETHER  let  ns  sweetly  live, 
1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

CHORUS. 

O,  Canaan,  bright  Canaan, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  : 

0  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 

If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
Look  out  for  me  I'm  coming  too, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

I  have  some  friends  before,  me  gone, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 

And  I'm  resolv'd  to  travel  on, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 

While  higher  still  our  joys  they  rise, 
I  am  bound  fur  the  land  oi   Canaan  ; 

Then  come  with  me  beloved  friend, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 

The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Cw.aan. 


158  SACKED   MELODIES. 


164 


Y^/HAT  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame — 
*  *  Is  it  death  ?— Is  it  death  ? 

Which  will  quench,  this  vital  liame, 

Is  it  death  ?— Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free — 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see — 

All  is  well— All  is  well. 

2  Weep  not  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me — 

All  is  well— All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes, 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 

I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 

firight  angels  are  from  glory  come, 

They're  round  my  bed,  and  in  my  room, 

They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home- 
All  is  well— All  is  well. 

4  Hark  !  Hark  !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me— 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view — 

All  is  well— All  is  well. 

5  Hail !  Hail  !  all  hail,  ye  blood  washed  throng — 

Saved  by  grace, — Saved  by  grace. 
I've  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song — 

Saved  by  grace,— Saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine, 
Forever  with  the  blest  to  shine- 
All  is  well— All  is  well. 


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SACRED  MELODIES.  lo'J 


P.  M. 


WHERE  is  now  a  righteous  Noah  ? 
Where  is  now  a  righteous  Noah  ? 
Where  is  now  a  righteous  Noah  ? 

Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 
He  went  up  through  a  flood  of  water, 
He  went  up  through  a  flood  of  water, 
He  went  up  through  a  flood  of  water, 
•Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 

CHORUS. 

By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 

2  Where  is  now  good  old  Elijah,  &c. 
He  went  up  both  soul  and  body,  &c. 

3  Where  are  now  the  ancient  worthies,  &c. 
They  went  up  through  a  fiery  furnace,  &c. 

4  Where  is  now  a  praying  Daniel,  &c. 
He  went  up  through  a  den  of  lions,  &c. 

5  Where  is  now  a  Paul  and  Silas,  &c. 
They  went  up  through  tribulation,  &c. 

lUU  The  Happy  Man. 

UOW  happy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's 
lJ-  ways, 

And  measured  out  a  span   to  his  fJod  in  prayer  and 
praise ; 


160  SACRED   MELODIES. 

His  God  and  his  Bible  are  all  he  desires, 
To  holiness  of  heart  he  continually  aspires. 
In  poverty  he's  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has  a  Friend 
Who  never  will  forsake  him  till  the  world  shall  have 
an  end. 

2  He  rises  in  the  morning,  with  the  lark  he  tunes  his 

lays, 
And  offers  up   his  tribute  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 

praise, 
And  then  to  labors  he  cheerfully  repairs, 
In  confidence  believing  that  God  will  hear  his  prayers. 
Whatever  he  engages  in  at  home  or  abroad, 
His  object  is  to  honor  and  to  glorify  his  God. 

3  In  sickness,  pain  and  sorrow,  he  never  will  repine, 
While  he  is  drawing  nourishment   from   Christ   the 

living  vine. 
When  trouble  presses  heavy,  he'll  lean  on  Jesus' 

breast, 
And  in  his  precious  promises  he  finds  a  quiet  rest. 
The  yoke  of  Christ  is  easy,   and  his   burden   always 

light, 
He  lives,  nor  is  he  weary  till  Canaan  heaves  in  sight. 

4  'Tis  thus  you  have  his  history  through  life  from  day 

to  day, 
Religion  is  no  mystery,  with  him  'tis  a  beaten  way  ; 
And  when  upon  his  pillow  he  lies  down  to  die, 
In  hope  he  rejoices  for  he  knows  his  God  is  nigh. 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering,  his  soul  on  wings 

of  love, 
Hies  away  to  realms  of  glory,  there  to  reign  with 

Christ  above. 

5  And  now  his  spirit's  happy,  for  he's  gained  the  holy 

land, 

With  a  crown  of  glory  on  his  head,  and  palm  in  his 
hand, 

With  saints,  priests  and  prophets,  he'll  sweep  the 
gulden  lyre, 

And  shout  loud  hallelujahs  with  all  the  heavenly 
choir. 

He's  happy,  in  eternity  his  joy  will  be  complete, 

With  angels  now  he's  bowing  round  his  glorious  Sa- 
vior'"! feet 


SACRED   MELODIES.  161 

1  {1*7  LM 

Ll)#       The  Young  Convert. 

WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Wonder,  Wonder,  Wonder, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing, 

Glory,  Hallelujah, 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 

Glory,  Hallelujah, 
Fain  would  they   be  with  Christ  above, 
Sing  Glory,  Hallelujah. 

2  WitJi  admiration  they  behold, 

The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told, 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pain, 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  ; 

They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
Ring  with  melodious,  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

5  Come  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field, 
Come  gird   :n  harness,  sword  and  shield, 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

6  When  satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines — 
Jesus  our  Lord  has  swept  the  field, 

And  we're  determined  not  to  yield. 
11 


162  SACRED   ME  LOTTO'S. 


168 


P.  M. 


Joseph  inadc  Imoicn  to  his   brethren^  or  Jesus 
revealed  to  the  soul. 

WHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  wasfill'd, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear; 

2  Awhile  his  behavior  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sins  to  their  mind  : 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hastened  to  show  himself  kind. 

3  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold  ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 

4  u  I'm  Joseph,  your  brother,  he  said, 

And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

5  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 
Not  one  of  them  durst  look  up. 

6  Can  Joseph  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 
O,  this  is  a  brother  indeed  ! 


SACRED   MELODIES.  163 

7  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conscience  I  came, 

When  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord; 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 

8  At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe  ; 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart! 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence — Thou  cursed  depart ! 

9  But  oh  !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke — 

While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face — 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace  : 

10  Poor  sinners,  I  know  thee  full  well — 

By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain, 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

11  I'm  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd 

And  crucifi'd  often  afresh; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 
Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh. 

12  My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  I  freely  supply, 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

13  Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found — 
And  tell  them  that  yet  therte  is  room. 

14  Oh,  sinner,  the  message  obey, 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend, 


164  SACRED   MELODIES. 

But  come  without  further  delay, 
To  Jesus,  your  brother  and  friend. 

f?f\  CM. 

_  r  The  Prodigal. 

AFFLICTIONS  though  they  seem  severe, 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent, 
They  stop'd  the  prodigal's  career 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

CHORUS. 

I  die  with  hunger  here,  he  cries, 

I  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
My  Father's  house  has  large  supplies, 

And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

2  His  Father  saw  him  coming  back, 

He  saw,  and  run,  and  smil'd, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

3  Father,  I've  sinned,  but  O  forgive  ! 

Enough  the  Father  said; 
Rejoice  my  house,  my  son's  alive. 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 

CHORUS. 

1  die  with  hunger  now  no  more, 
Nor  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 

My  Father's  house  has  bread  in  store, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

4  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

And  spread  the  news  around; 
My  son  was  dead  and  lives  again  : 
Was  lost  but  now  is  found. 


'SACRED    MELODIES.  165 

'Tisthus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home, 
More  than  a  Father's  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


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WILL  you  go  sinner,  go 
To  the  highlands  of  heaven, 
Where  the  storms  never  blow 

Where  a  long  summer's  given, 
Where  the  bright  purple  flowers 

Are  their  odors  emitting, 
And  the  leaves  in  the  bowers 

In  the  life  breeze  arc  flitting  ? 
Where  the  rich  golden  fruit — 

Is  in  bright  clusters  pending, 
And  the  deep  laden  boughs 

Of  life's  fair  tree  are  bending, 
And  where  life's  crystal  stream 

Is  unceasingly  flowing, 
And  the  verdure  is  green 

And  eternally  growing? 
Where  the  saints,  robed  in  white, 

Cleansed  in  life's  flowing  fountain. 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 

Shall  inhabit  the  mountain  ; 
Where  no  death  nor  dismay, 

Neither  trouble  nor  sorrow 
Shall  be  felt  for  to-day, 

Nor  feared  for  to-morrow  ? 
I've  prepared'thee  a  home  ; 
Sinner  canst  thou  believe  it ! 


166*  SACRED    MELODIES. 

And  invite  thee  to  come  : 

Come,  O  come  and  receive  it ! 

Will  you  sinner,  come; 

cor  the  tide  is  receding, 
».nd  thy  Savior  will  soon, 
And  forever,  cease  pleading. 


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P.  M. 


TJEARKEN  ye  sprightly,  and  attend  ye  vain  ones, 
•*-*■  Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider-, 
Learn  from  a  friend's  pen,  sentimental,  painful, 
Sick-bed  reflection. 

2  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  moments, 
Fondly  my  heart  said,  joy  shall  last  forever ; 
But  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments, 

But  by  permission. 

3  Sudden  and  awful  from  the  height  of  pleasure, 
By  pain  and  sickness  thrown  upon  a  death-bed ; 
Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 

Raging  disorder. 

4  Kindest  attention  by  my  friends  most  humane, 
With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  physician ; 
All  skill  is  baffled,  while  distress  and  anguish 

Tortured  my  whole  frame. 

5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are  fruitless, 
Changing  my  place  doth  not  abate  my  fever;. 
Here,  here  like  a  reptile  on  a  bed  of  embers, 

Tortur'd  I  languish. 

6  Hopes  of  recov'ry  hay  fond  heart  indulged, 
Till,  my  physician,  to  my  great  amazement, 
Kindly  inform'd  me  thjsi  my  case  was  desp'rate; 

Death  swift  approaching. 

7  Wonders  on  Avonders  to  my  view  now  open; 
Life  is  reading,  to  the  grave  I  am  hast'ning  : 
Am  I  prepared  ?  this  dread  moment  must  I 

Meet  my  Creator  ? 


SACKED  MELODIES.  167 

3  Twenty-five  years  I've  spent,  without  considering 
Man  was  h  mortal,  dependent on  a  moment; 
Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  riving  arrow, 

Quick  to  dispel  it. 

9  Oil  have  I  listen'd  while  death  bells  were  tolling, 
Seen  the  graves  open,  w  ith  spectators  mourning, 
But  was  myself,  in  spite  of  all  these  warnings, 

Long  life  expecting. 

10  Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  rejected, 

In  my  gay  moments,  thoughts  of  death  I've  bantsh'd, 
When  grown  gray-headed,  often  I've  resolved 
Death  to  prepare  for. 

11  Time  in  advance  to  me  seem'd  moving  slowly, 
Days  without  number  I  proposed  for  pleasure; 
But  they  are  blasted  !  Now  behold  the  end  of 

Procrastination  ? 

12  Tor'ured  in  body,  not  a  limb  escapes  it, 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer, 
All  is  disorder  !  yet  my  state  eternal 

Now  is  depending. 

13  O,  ghastly  death  !  pray  stop  one  moment  longer, 
While  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions  ! 
No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation  ; 

Shun  my  example. 


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P,  M. 

Christ  in  the  Garden* 


Vl/HILE  nature  was  smiling  in  stillness  to  rest, 
*'     And  the  last  beams  of  daylight  were  dim  in   the 
west ; 
O'er  fields  by  pale  moonlight  in  lonely  retreat, 
In  deep  meditation  I  wandered  my  feet. 

2  I  passed  a  garden— I  paused  to  hear 

A  voice  faint  and  fault'ring  from  one  kneeling  there; 
The  voice  of  the  mourner  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

3  In  offering  to  heaven  his  pitying  prayer, 

He  spake  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear; 


168  SACRED   MELODIES. 

His  life  as  a  ransom  he  offered  to  give, 
That  sinners  redeemed  in  glory  might  live. 

4  I  listened  a  while,  then  turned  me  to  see 

Whut  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  could  be; 
When  lo  !  I  discovered,  knelt  on  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  being  that  ever  was  formed. 

5  His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the  night — 
His  locks,  by    pale  moonlight,   were  glist'ning  and 

bright ; 
His  eyes,  bright  as  diamonds,  to  heaven  were  raised, 
While  around  him  in  grandeur  stood  angels  amaz'd. 

6  So  deep  was  his  sorrow,  so  fervent  his  prayer, 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  rolled  sweat,   blood  and 

tears  ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him,  and  asked  his  name, 
He  answered,  'Tis  JESUS  !  from  heaven  I  came. 

7  I  am  thy  Redeemer — for  thee  I  must  die, 
The  cup  is  most  painful  but  cannot  pass  by  ; 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  are  laid  upon  me, 
And  all  this  sore  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee  J 

8  I  heard  with  attention  the  tale  of  his  wo, 
While  tears  of  repentance  like  rivers  did  flow; 
The  cause  of  his  sorrow,  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Afflicted  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet : 

9  With  the  voice  of  contrition  I  loudly  did  cry, 
Lord,  save,  or  I  perish—  O,  save,  or  I  die  ! 

He  smiled  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me,  Live  ! 
Thy  sins,  ivhich  are  many,  I  freely  forgive  ! 

10  How  sweet  was  that  sentence,  which  made  me  re- 

joice ! 
His  looks,  how  consoling  !  how  charming  his  voice  ! 
I  ran  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
And  shouted  hosannah — 0  glory  to  God  .' 

11  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above — 
My  soul's  fuli  of  glory,  of  life,  light,  and  love  ; 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  sweat,  and  the  tear:*. 
And  oftliat  lovely  stranger  who  banished  my  ft  ars. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  169 

12  The  day  of  liriirlit  glory  is  rolling  around, 

When  Gabriel  descending,  the  trumpet  shall  sound; 
M}'  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  will  rise 
To  gfize  on  the  stranger  with  unclouded  eyes  . 

_i_  4  O  Protection. 

LOW  down  in  this  beautiful  valley, 
Where  love  crowns  the  meek  and  the 
lowly, 
Where  loud  storms  of  envy  and  folly 
May  roll  on  their  billows  in  vain. 

2  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 
There's  no  soul  can  dream  of  dissension, 
No  dark  wiles  of  evil  invention, 

Can  find  out  those  regions  of  peace. 

3  The  low  soul  in  humble  subjection, 
Shall  there  find  unshaken  protection  ; 
The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 
The  mind  soothes  in  sorrow  and  pain. 

4  O  there,  there  the  Lord  will  deliver, 
And  souls  drink  this  beautiful  river  ; 
Which  flows  peace  forever  and  ever, 
Where  love  and  joy  will  always  increase. 


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PARENTS  and  children  there  may  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  may  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  may  part, 
May  part  to  meet  no  more. 

CHORUS. 

O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourn- 
ing, mourning, 


170  SACRED  MELODIES. 

O  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment 
seat  of  Christ. 

2  Wives  and  husbands  there  may  part,  &c. 

3  Brothers  and  sisters  there  may  part,  &c. 

4  Friends  and  neighbors  there  may  part,  &c. 

5  Pastors  and  people  there  may  part,  &c. 

6  Devila  and  sinners  there  will  meet,  &c. 

7  Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet,  &c. 

0  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 

fyjsr  l.m. 

JL  4  %J        The  Hiding  Place. 

HAIL  heavenly  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
Hail  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky, 

1  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despis'd  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrapp'd  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  run  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo  !  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
Almighty  love  arrest  the  man. 

I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 


SACKED  MELODIES.  171 

5  Eternal  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew  ; 
But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

G  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  to  my  soul  appear'd, 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace 
To  Jesus  Christ  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  storms  of  sevenfold  thunder  roll 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunderbolt  would  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast; 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 


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P.  M. 


rjMIIS  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are  a  blowing, 
*   And  pleasant  the  breezes  from  mount  Calvary  ; 
The  sepulchre's  open,  the  odors  are  flowing; 
Breathe  gently,  sweet  zephyrs,  breathe  gently  on 
me. 
On  this  blessed  morning  my  Savior  was  rising, 
The  chains  of  mortality  fully  despising, 
His  sufferings  are  over,  he's  done  agonizing  ; 
This  morning  my  Savior  will  think  upon  me. 

2  And  now  to  the  house  that's  appointed  for  praying, 
For  worship  that's  social  we'll  quickly  repair  : 
In  service  so  pleasing  there  needs  no  delaying; 

The  stone  is  roll'd  back  and  the  Lord  will  be  there. 
Rise  quickly,  my  soul,  and  shake   off  thy  dull  slum- 
bers; 
In  melody  raise  all  your  rapturous  numbers; 


172  SACRED  MELODIES. 

For  Jesus  is  pleased  when  recounting  his  members, 
To  find  you  like  Mary  when  early  at  prayer. 

3  And  now,  blessed  Lord,  while  our  bodies  assemble 

And  we  on  our  knees  lift  our  voices  in  prayer, 
O  grant  that  our  spirits  in  truth  may  be  humble, 

That  we  may  thy  blessings  abundantly  share. 
In  all  our  cold  hearts  may  aflame  now  be  kindled, 
Our  raptures  be  one  and  our  tears  be  commingled, 
Our  motives  concentrate,  our  mind's  eye  be  single, 

Nor  we  with  each  other  our  spirits  compare. 

4  A  Sabbath  we  have,  and  a  bright  Sabbath  morni.ig 

An  emblem  of  heaven  that  long  Sabbath  day, 
Where  Jesus  our  Savior  our  spirits  adorning 

Shall  change  to  immortal  these  bodies  of  clay. 
We  look  to  the  cross  and  behold  it  all  gory  •, 
We  turn  from  the  tomb  and  repeat  Mary's  story, 
And  humbly  rejoice  in  the  view  of  bright  glo  y ; 

Then  let  us  bow  down  and  for  poor  sinners  pray. 

L.  M. 

Prayer. 

THERE  is  an  hour  divinely  blest, 
Where  earth-born  cares  are  hushed  to 
rest, 
When  angel  spirits  hover  near, — 
It  is  the  holy  hour  of  prayer. 

2  There  is  a  place  my  soul  loves  well, 
Where  holy  thoughts  the  bosom  swell  ; 
There  I  can  oft  alone  repair, 

It  is  the  place  of  secret  prayer. 

3  There  is  a  time  to  me  most  sweet, 
When  friend  with  friend  can  gently  meet; 
'Tis  round  the  sacred  altar,  where 

The  lov'd  of  home  unite  in  prayer. 


SACRED  MELODIES.  L73 

4  There  is  a  sweet,  a  lovely  spot, 
Where  ;ill  our  toils  are  oft  forgot; 
And  friends  and  \nm  assemble  there, 
'Tis  in  the  house  of  social  prayer. 

5  And  often  too  I  fain  would  go, 
Where  all  may  meet  while  here  below  ; 
The  rich,  the  poor,  the  young  and  fair, 
'Tis  in  the  house  of  public  prayer. 

6  But  (here's  a  place  of  heavenly  rest, 
Where  saints  departed  all  are  blest. 
Dear  Jesus,  may  this  be  my  prayer, 
That  I  may  dwell  forever  there. 


3  CM. 

ITH  love  of  pity,  I  look  round 
Upon  my  fellow  clay — 
See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound, 
Good  God  !   what  shall  I  say? 

2  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

O  sinners  !  come  away  : 
Tie  Savior's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

3  Do  not  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  i  xecute  his  law. 

4  Then  where,  poor  sinners,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace  ; 
When  von  \our  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 


J74  SACRED  MELODIES'! 

5  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 
But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapped  in  keen  despair. 

179 

THE    glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading  far  and 
wide,  . 

And  sinners  now  are  coming  into  the  gospel  tide, 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus  doth  now  in  triumph 

And  sinners  crowd  around  it,  with  bitter  shrieks  and, 
cries. 

2  The  suff'rings  of  the  Savior  upon  mount  Calvary, 
Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,   come  this  will  set 

you  free !  . 

And  while  this  glorious  message  is  circulating  round, 
Some  souls  expos'd   to  ruin,  redeeming  love  have 

found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number,  I  hope  that  I  am  one, 
And  Jesus  Christ  will  finish  the  work  he  has  begun; 
He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,  and  1 11  forever  be 
A  monument  of  mercy  in  all  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a  voung  convert,  I  lately  did  enlist, 

A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Captain,  King  and  Priest : 
I  have  receiv'd  my  bounty,  likewise  my    martial 

dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favor,  a  robe  of  righteousness. 

5  Down  into  the  water  young  converts  love  to  go, 

To  serve  our  Lord  and  Master  in  righteous  acts  be- 

low  ; 
To  lay  our  sinful  bodies  beneath  the  yielding  wave; 
An  emblem  of  the  Savior,  when  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for  you  and 

Behold  his  bleeding  body  suspended  on  the  tree  ! 
His  bleeding  head,  his  hands,  his  side,  he  doth  to  you 
display  ;  ,  . 

Come  tell  me  fellow  sinner,  how  can  you  stay  away  . 


SACKED   MELODIES.  175 

Come  all  yc  elder  brethren,  -vvho're  soldiers  of  the 
cross, 

Who  for  the  sake  of  Jesus  have  counted  all  things 
dross, 

Come  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we  may  trav- 
el on, 

And  meet  you  all  in  glory,  where  our  Redeemer's 
gone. 


180 


8s  &  7s. 

COME,  ye  converts, come  and  welcome  ; 
All  the  saints  are  saying,  come; 
Joyfully  we  now  receive  you 

To  the  church,  your  future  home; 

Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
In  our  hearts  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Stay  no  longer,  stay  no  longer, 

From  your  blessed  Savior's  fold  ; 
Come,  dear  youth,  ye  lambs  of  Jesus, 

He  himself  has  bid  you  come  ; 
With  his  people,  with  his  people, 
Join  yourselves,  and  be  at  home. 

3  Now  accept  the  pledge  we  give  you, 

While  our  hands  with  yours  we  join, 
While  our  hearts  unite  together 
In  the  bonds  of  love  divine; 
Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 
May  we  all  henceforth  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  vows  of  God  are  on  you 

Be  the  slaves  of  sin  no  more; 
O  be  humble,  holy,  faithful, 

Till  the  toils  of  Jife  are  o'er; 
Then,  dear  brethren,  then,  dear  sisters, 
May  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 


176  SACRED   MELODIES. 


8 


L.  M. 


PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey, 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak  ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

182    '  L.M. 

vy  HAT  ship  is  this  that  is  now  sailing  by, 
*  *  O,  glory  hftlle  hallelujah  ! 

What  ship  is  this  that  is  now  sailing  by, 

O  glory  halle  hallelujah  ! 
It 's  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah  ! 
It  's  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah. 

2  Do  you  think  she  will  be  able  to  carry  us  all  through, &c 
Yes  she  's  landed  many  a  thousand,  hallelujah,  &c. 

3  She  has   landed  many  a  thousand  and  she'll  land   a; 

many  more,  &c. 
She  will  land  us  over  Jordan,  hallelujah,  &c. 

4  What  will  the  Christian    do  when  the  lamp   of  lifi 

goes  out,  &c. 
He'll  go  shouting  home  to  glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 

5  I  anticipate  that  day  when  we  all  shall  get  home,  &c 
There  we'll  praise  the  King  of  glory,  hallelujah,  «tc. 

6  Is  there  any  body  here  that  is  going  my  way,  &c. 
We  will  journey  ou  together,  hallelujah,  &c. 


183 


SACRED   MELODIES.  177 


C.  P.  M. 


AS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  sec  a  bloody  cross, 
Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 

I  ask'd,  who  can  this  victim  be 

In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes,  I  cried  ; 
"  'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  Son  replied, 

"  To  save  the  world  from  sin." 

3  Jesus  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ? 
How  can  it  be  !  my  soul  replies. 

What !  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
"  Yes,"  saith  the  suffering  Son  of  God, 
"  I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 
"  For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love, 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


184 


P.  M. 

ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior, 
Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
12 


178  SACRED  MELODIES. 

Come,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 
God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace  j 

Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep, 

Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  incumbers, 

Over  every  hind'rance  leap, 
Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers  : 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth, 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord  and  Christ  our  Savior, 

O,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  rages  here, 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  Shepherd  is  so  near; 
Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 

At  bis  name  our  hearts  do  leap  : 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

5  Here's  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying,  fear  not  little  flock  ; 


SACRED  MELODIES.  ]  T'J 

I  myself  am  your  foundation, 

You  are  built  upon  this  rock; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it  ;s  steep, 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep. 

Christ  alone  whose  merit  saves  us, 

Taught  by  him  we'll  own  his  name, 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep; 
He  will  clear  your  way  before  you, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


185 


P.  M. 

AS  Jacob  on  his  journey  went, 
By  God  and  by  his  parents  sent, 
He  came  to  Bethel,  where  he  lay, 
And  waited  for  another  day  ; 
A  stone  was  for  his  pillow  laid 
And  the  cold  ground  composed  his  bed; 
The  darkness  shrouded  him  around, 
And  the  blue  heavens  above  the  ground. 

2  All  nature  lay  composed  to  peace, 

And  the  sweet  birds  their  m'nstrel  cease, 
And  as  he  slept  he  in  a  dream, 
Beheld  the  wonder  now  my  theme  ; 
A  ladder  of  amazing  length, 
Of  equal  breadth,  of  equnl  strength, 
The  foot  on  earth  was  set  in  love, 
The  top  did  reach  to  heaven  above. 


80  SACRED  MELODIES. 

The  Lord  above  this  ladder  stood 
As  Jacob  gazed  and  heard  the  word; 
1  am  tiiy  father's  God,  dear  man, 
To  Abra'm  I've  revealed  my  plan  ; 
The  same  to  Isaac  I've  reveal 'd, 
The  promise  now  to  thee  I've  seal'd. 
Thou  shalt  be  blest,  and  in  thy  seed 
All  nations  shall  be  blest  indeed. 

This  ladder's  rounds  composed  of  love, 

Direct  the  soul  to  God  above, 

The  sides  are  truth  and  grace  divine, 

In  Christ  the  Lamb  they  meet  and  shine. 

O,  what  a  bright,  a  sweet  display, 

To  heaven  it  is  the  only  way, 

A  lovely,  blessed,  glorious  scheme, 

By  which  the  gate  of  heaven  is  seen. 

With  peace  of  mind  did  Jacob  wake ; 
With  words  he  did  his  silence  break; 
This  place  is  awful,  lonely,  sweet, 
The  house  of  God  'tis  heaven's  gate, 
This  ladder  for  support  is  made, 
To  go  and  come  as  we  have  need  ; 
So  Jesus  is  the  Christian's  all, 
He  holds  us  up  or  we  should  fall. 

If  you  climb  the  building's  top, 

'Tis  by  the  help  of  such  a  prop  ; 

The  way  to  heaven  if  you  would  know, 

On  Jacob's  ladder  you  must  go  : 

By  faith  we  climb  this  ladder  up, 

By  faith  ascend  unto  the  top, 

And  every  step  is  made  by  grace, 

To  reach  our  glorious  hiding  place. 


186 


SACRED   MELODIES.  16. 


C.  M. 


WHY,  O  my  soul,  why  weepcst  thou  ? 
Tell  me  from  whence  arise 
Those  briny  tears  that  often  rlow, 
Those  groans  that  pierce  the  skies  ? 

2  Is  sin  the  cause  of  thy  complaint, 

Or  the  chastising  rod  ? 
Dost  thou  an  evil  heart  lament, 
And  mourn  an  absent  God  ? 

3  Lord,  let  me  weep  for  nought  but  sin, 

And  after  none  but  thee  ; 
And  then  I  would,  O  that  I  might ! 
A  constant  weeper  be  ! 


187 


FAR  from  me  be  grief  and  sadness, 
Farther  still  unhallowed  mirth, 
Zion's  sons  may  sing  for  gladness; 
Theirs  are  joys  of  nobler  birth  ; 

Jesus  owns  them,  Jesus  owns  them, 
He  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth. 

2  All  the  worldlings'  mirth  is  madness, 

All  their  labor  fruitless  toil ; 
'Tis  the  saints  that  taste  of  gladness, 
Though  the  world  then-  choice  revile  ; 

Sweet  their  portion,  sweet  their  portion, 
Life  is  in  the  Savior's  smile. 

3  Once  the  world  was  all  our  treasure, 

Then  the  world  our  hearts  possessed; 


182  SACRED   MELODIES. 

But  we  taslesublimer  pleasure, 

Since  the  Lord  lias  made  us  blessed  ; 

We  can  witness,  we  can  witness, 
Jesus  gives  his  people  rest. 

4  Though  unseen  I  love  the  Savior, 

He  has  brought  salvation  near; 
Manifests  his  pardoning  favor  ; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body,  soul  and  body, 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

5  This  hath  set  me  all  on  fire, 

Strongly  gluws  the  flame  of  love  ; 
Higher  mounts  my  soul,  and  higher 
Struggles  for  its  swift  remove; 

Then  I'll  praise  him,  then  I'll  praise  him 
In  a  nobler  strain  abuve. 


188 


P.  M. 

MAN  in  his  first  creation, 
In  Eden  God  did  place, 
Both  sole  head  and  governor, 

Of  all  the  human  race  ; 
But  by  the  subtle  serpent, 

Beguil'd  he  was  and  fell, 
And  by  his  disobedience, 

Was  doomed  to  death  and  hell. 
Death  was  pronounced  upon  him, 

Death  was  the  penalty, 
The  law  was  violated, 

And  must  fulfilled  be  ; 
And  man,  poor  helpless  creature, 

Unable  to  perform, 


SACRED   MELODIES. 


183 


Tlie  smallest  jot  or  tittle, 
To  build  bis  bopes  upon. 

3  While  in  this  situation, 

A  promise  there  was  made, 
The  offspring  of  the  woman 

Should  bruise  the  serpent's  head. 
Against  the  power  of  Satan, 

That  man  might  only  feel, 
The  malice  of  the  serpent, 

Enraging  at  his  heel. 

4  Now  at  the  time  appointed, 

Jesus  unveiled  his  face, 
Assumed  our  bumble  nature 

And  suffered  in  our  place; 
He  suffered  on  mount  Calvary, 

And  ransomed  all  for  me, 
The  law  demands  attention, 

To  pay  the  penalty. 

5  With  rugggd  thorns  they  crown'd  Him, 

And  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
All  nature  seemed  to  mourn, 

To  behold  their  cruelty. 
But  justice  cried  against  him, 

Come  pay  me  all  that's  due, 
'Tis  whatthou'st  undertaken 

And  sure  thou  must  go  through. 

6  They  laid  him  in  a  sepulchre 

It  being  near  at  hand, 
The  grave  now  could  not  hold  him, 

Nor  death's  cold  iron  band. 
He  burst  them  all  asunder, 

And  pull'd  their  kingdoms  down, 


01  -     SACRED  MELODIES, 

He's  overcome  his  enemies, 
And  wears  a  starry  crown. 

7  Now  at  the  resurrection 

To  many  he  appear'd, 
Saying  tell  to  my  disciples, 

What  yoo  have  seen  and  heard. 
Go  tell  them  I  am  risen, 

My  suffering  time  is  o'er, 
I'm  going  to  my  Father 

To  reign  forevermore. 

8  He  came  to  his  disciples, 

And  found  them  all  alone, 
He  gave  them  their  commission 

To  make  his  gospel  known  ; 
Saying  teach  it  to  all  people, 

Baptizing  in  my  name, 
Beginning  at  Jerusalem, 

'T  was  there  I  suffered  shame. 

0  Go  teach  it  to  all  nations, 

That  they  may  hear  and  know; 
Go  publish  free  salvation, 

That  men  to  heaven  may  go, 
In  every  sore  temptation, 

I'll  speedy  succor  send  } 
And  lo  I  will  be  with  you, 

Until  the  world  shall  end. 


189 


lis. 


IKE  a  ship,  see  the  church,  thro'  the  ocean  she  rolls  ^ 
1  She's  freighted  with  grace,  and  well  mann'd  out 
with  souls  5 


SACKED   MELODIES.  185 

'Midst  whirlwinds  and  tempests  she  :-ai!>  thro'  the  world, 
While  storms  of  temptation  against  her  are  liuiTd. 

2  She's  bound    from    the   world,  through  the    tempest 

she  Hies, 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  hound  lor  the  skies; 
While  Christ  stands  at  helm  no  danger  she'll  fear, 
Her  captain  and  pilot  knows  which  way  to  steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbors  below, 

But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course  doth  go  ; 
The  highlands  of  heaven  she  still  keeps  in  view  ; 
Intends  there  to  anchor  and  there  land  her  crew. 

i  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  her  do  roar, 
Like  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on  the  shore; 
She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the  alarm, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  she  smiles  at  the  storm. 

5  The  ebb-tide  of  nature,  which  feeds  the  dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion,  together  agree, 

To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose ; 

She  spreads  forth  her  canvass  and  outsails  her  foes. 

6  She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despised  bv  fools, 
Who  sail  the  black  sea  till  they  shipwreck  their  souls  ! 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 

k'et  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more  sail. 

7  She's  rapidly  sailing,  with  strong  gales  of  love, 
A.nd  soon  will  strike  soundings  onfair  coasts  above; 
Make  the  highlands  of  heaven,  and  enter  the  road, 
^.nd  anchor,  for  e'er  in  the  kingdom  of  God. 


CHORUSES 


SHOUT,  O  !  glory,  O  !  glory- 
Crowns  of  glory  we  shall  wear. 
Crowns  of  glory — palms  of  victory- 
Crowns  of  glory  we  shall  wear. 


186  SACRED   MELODIES. 

CHILDREN,  children  bear  the  cross  : 
Count  all  earthly  things  but  dross  : 
There's  a  better  day  a  coming — 

Come  go  along  with  me — 
There's  a  better  day  a  corning — 

Go  sound  the  Jubilee. 
Converts,  &c. 
Christians,  &c. 

I'm  going,  going  to  fly  away  home  ; 
I'm  travelling  to  a  city  out  of  sight; 
I  am  going,  going  to  fly  awaj  home; 
I'm  travelling  to  the  New  Jerusalem. 

JESUS  says  he  will  be  with  us  to  the  end 
For  he  has  heen  with  us  and  he  now  is 
with  us. 
And  he's  promised  to  be  with  us  to  the  end 

FIGHT  on,  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  God's  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 
In  endless  day. 

OTHAT  will  be  joyful  ! 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful  ! 
O  ti.at  will  be  joyful  ! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


MY  MX. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have,     -        -  131 

A  fountain  in  Jesus  which  runs,  &c.  -       46 

Afflictions  though  they  seem  severe,  160 

Ah  !  whither  should  I  go,               -  78 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,          -  54 

All-hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  -     120 

Almighty  Savior,  here  we  stand,        -  70 

A  little  while  longer  here  helow,  -     154 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,      -         -  -     1 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,           -  -     100 

Arise,  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair,     -         -  117 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise,     ....  55 

As  on  the  cross,  the  Savior  hung,       -  27 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass,     -         -  183 

As  Jacob  on  his  journey  went,            -  185 

Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays,        -  -     126 

Away  my  doubts,  begone  ray  fear,      -  143 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief,     -  -     157 

BEHOLD  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay,  83 

Be  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  promoted,  -     108 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love,           -  113 

Blessed  Savior,  callest  thou  me,     -  -     124 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,        -         -  105 

Brethren,  we  have  met  for  worship,  -       12 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,       -  23 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring,  -       87 

Bv  whom  was  David  taught,       -         -  3:> 


188  INDEX  OF   FIRST  LINES. 

CALLED  to  a  sense  of  duty, 
Children  of  Zion,  what  harp  notes,  &c. 
Children  of  the  heavenly  king,     - 
Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm,    - 
Come  all  ye  sons  of  Zion,     - 
Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,    - 
Come  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 
Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,    - 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come  ye  disconsolate, 
Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Come  brothers  will  you  go,  &c. 
Come  ye  converls,  come  and  welcome, 
Come  saints  and  banish  every  fear,     - 

DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 
Descend,  celestial  Dove,     - 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
Drooping  saints,  no  longer  grieve, 

FAREWELL,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
Far  from  me  be  grief  and  sadness, 
Fly,  thou  heavenly  gospel  message,    - 
Friends  for  whom  a  Savior  died, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountain, 
From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

GLORY  to  God  that  I  have  found,    - 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

HAIL,  God  the  Father,  heavenly,  &c. 
Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds,    - 
Hail  thou  blest  morn,  <Src. 


INDEX   OK  FIRST   LINES.  189 

ail  thou  once  despised  Jesus,       -         -  130 

ail  ye  sighing  suns  of  sorrow,           -  99 

ail  heavenly  love  that  first  began,        -  175 

ark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters,             -  115 

ark,  my  »onl,  it  is  the  Lord,        -         -  50 

ark  !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear,          -  101 

1  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies,       -  71 

earken  ye  sprightly,  &c.          -         -  171 

ow  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing,         -  137 

ow  firm  a  foundation,  &c.        -  18 

ow  happy  every  child  of  grace,           -  72 

ow  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,           -  65 

ow  lost  was  my  condition,           -         -  90 

ow  precious  is  the  name,  &c.           -  5 

ow  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,      -  63 
:>\v  happy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen, &c.  166 

;>w  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys,  &c.  124 

CALL  to  my  remembrance,    -         -  152 

ove  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws,             -  4 

ove  to  steal  awhile  away,        -  41 

n  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,          -  76 

all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,        -  85 

evil  long  I  took  delight,             -  2 

vould  not  live  alway,      ...  77 

1RUSALEM,  my  happy  home,             -  49 

sus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,          -         -  95 

3us,  I  my  cross  have  taken,         -         -  61 

bus  my  all  to  heaven  has  gone,        -  3 

5us,  to  every  willing  mind,         -         -  43 

,T  every  mortal  ear  attend,    -         -  138 

t  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior,            -  184 

1  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel.s,  &c.  92 


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INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 

Like  a  ship,  see  the  church,  &c. 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet,    - 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear, 

Lo  !   he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Low  down  in  the  beautiful  valley, 

MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David, 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  «&c. 

Man  in  his  first  creation, 

Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 

My  Christian  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  &c. 

NOW  behold  the  Savior  pleading, 

O  CARELESS  sinner,  come,     - 

O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise, 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

O  for  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray,     - 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  hearty 

O  how  happy  are  they, 

O  hark  my  gay  friends,  &c. 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  1  siarh, 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,     - 

Once  more  in  the  Redeemer's  name, 

O  stagger  not  through  unbelief, 

O  tell  me  no  more,  &c. 

O  tell  me  where  the  dove  has  flown, 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,  &c. 

O  turn,  ye  poor  sinners,  &c. 

Our  dearest  Lord,  look  from  above, 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  &c. 


INDF.X   OF  FIRST  LINES.  191 

OOR  mourning  souls,  in  deep  distress,  56 

'ray  on  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,           -  8 

'rayer  wa*  appointed  to  convey,         -  181 

'arents  and  children  there  may  part,  174 

LELIGION  is  a  most  glorious  treasure,  151 

Louse  ye  at  the  Savior's  calJ,     -         -  158 

ALE  MS  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name,  80 

alvation  !  O,  the  joyful  sound,           -  32 

aw  ye  my  Savior,          ....  9 

ay,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,         -  91 

ee  the  eternal  Judge  descending,          -  125 

inners,  this  solemn  truth  regard,       -  96 

inners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,      -  51 

inner,  hear  the  Savior  call,       -         -  150 

inners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die,      -         -  123 

top,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,       -  121 

weet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing,  116 

'HE  day  is  past  and  gone,         -         -  25 

'he  gospel  trumpet  has  been  blown,      -  48 

'he  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,         -  35 

'be  pleasures  of  earth,  &c.  ...  75 

he  pure  testimony,  &c.             -         -  17 

'he  people  called  Christians,         -         -  141 

he  glorious  light  of  Zion,  &c.           -  179 

here  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,     -  111 

here  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,      -  70 

here  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,     -         -  136 

here  is  an  hour  divinely  biest,           -  177 

his  night  my  soul  has  caught  new  fire,  161 

"is  a  point  I  long  to  know,           .         .  53 

his  morning,  most  sweetly,  &c.        -  !;«• 

o-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  \oire,         -  (Jfj 

0  leave  my  dear  friends,  &c.             -  26 


192  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

To  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live,     - 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night,     - 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven,  &c. 

What  heavenly  music  do  1  hear,      - 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  - 

What  is  this  that  steals,  &c. 

What  ship  is  this  that  is  now  sailing  hy, 

What  sinners  value  I  resign, 

When  sorrows  encompass  me  around, 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,     - 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again, 

When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell, 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  &c. 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld,     - 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 

When  for  the  eternal  world  I  steer,     - 

Where  is  now  a  righteous  Noah, 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 

While  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  below, 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

While  nature  was  smiling,     - 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 

Why  sleep  we,  my  brethren, 

Way,  O  my  soul,  why  weepestthou,     - 

With  love  of  pity  1  look  round, 

Will  you  go,  sinner,  go, 

Will  you  come  to  the  cross,  &c. 

Ye  objects  of  sense  and  enjoyments,  &c. 
Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
Young  people  all  attention  give,     - 
Ye  burden'd  souls  to  Jesus  come, 


